Learning, Learning, Learning . . .

learningSince publishing Thundersnow and Eternal Springs, to say I’ve been overwhelmed doesn’t do it justice. I have been on a roller coaster ride of euphoria.

One thing I have heard over the past few weeks is that I have a gift or a talent for writing. Well, I’m sure it’s a matter of opinion whether the books I have published are good or not.

However, for those who do think I have written a good book, I don’t know that I agree with them as to what the gift actually is. See, I believe many think God gifted me with the ability to write. And, he did. Just not in the way some believe.

Instead, God chose to gift me with a love for reading. At the age of four, I looked with longing at my brother’s school books and couldn’t wait until I could carry around those beloved books.

For years I read at least four or five books a week, some fiction and some nonfiction.

I was gifted with a desire to learn. I had a thirst for knowledge and a curiosity that often got me into trouble.

God gifted me with parents who instilled a work ethic within me.

God gifted me with opportunities to learn. Since the age of twelve, I have been learning the “how-tos” of writing. I asked my English teacher at the time to teach me creative writing. I gave her a few of my stories and she gave me pointers.

Also, I paid attention in my English classes and strove to learn symbolism and how authors wove such beautiful images with their words.

For many, many years, perhaps twenty, perhaps longer, I subscribed to Writer’s Digest and read it from cover to cover.

For many, many years I read books on the craft of writing.

While my parents never read to me when I was growing up, they did tell stories of their own childhood. Certainly a gift. I listened and learned.

So, I think some people believe the talent or gift of writing arrived full blown. No, it started as a seed. Yes, God gave me that seed, and he provided the circumstances for it to grow.

As Dr. Seuss said, You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room. (“On Becoming a Writer," The New York Times, May 21, 1986)

Yes, I praise God from whom all blessings flow. And I praise him for giving me the desire to sit alone in a room and pound out words.

And, I praise him for all the wonderful people who have been so generous with words of encouragement! Now that, indeed, is a gift!

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