Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised, or it shouldn't be surprising to the people who know me, that I have bitten off a hunk of yet another creative venture.
Just a couple of weeks ago, I was on stage, singing my heart out as a puppeteer in the musical Avenue Q in my hometown. We sang and acted. We brought felt to life. We made people smile and laugh out loud. We were creating.
My hubby and I make music together. Our "band" for lack of a better word is Wedding Day Rain. We are this sweet mix of acoustic-indie-pop, and we love singing and playing together. We write and record in our spare time and we love sharing that music with those around us. Creating music is one of the most important things that brings us closer together.
As a child, I wrote songs and poetry quite often, and I loved writing papers for school and earning that giant gold star or letter A written in fat red pen.
I've always loved color and paper, and remember making cards on birthdays and christmas. I especially loved getting a package of markers in shades more varied than a rainbow. I love framing a shot with my camera, and capturing an image forever.
I love finding shapes in the cracks in the sidewalk, or in the twisted limbs of a tree.
I guess I've always been creative. I've always loved and responded to art in dozens of ways and I've never felt out of place with a paint brush or a microphone in my hand.
It's hard not to feel like a bit of a late bloomer, because I haven't been writing novels since I was 16. I can't say that I've identified as a "writer" for any great span of my life. (And no, I don't count the 400 BILLION pages I had to write in grad school)
Will other "writers" think I'm a hack? A poser?
Maybe they will.
But I won't mind.
Because I'll know that I've been spinning stories for as long as I can remember, and I'm so excited to start honing my writing skills. It's about time that I start making music in prose and painting pictures with words. It's just another medium, after all.