Keeping a vow

Pho­to by Karen

On July 2, 2019 I made a vow to God. The plan had always been that when I retired from teach­ing, I would con­cen­trate on my writ­ing. But I had been retired for five years and had hard­ly writ­ten any­thing (except my prayers). Had I deceived myself all this time about being a writer? I had writ­ten a great deal dur­ing the ear­li­er part of my career, but after hav­ing three books pub­lished, I hit a dead end. No one want­ed my last three young adult nov­els, no one want­ed my three screen­plays, my agent and pub­lish­er no longer want­ed to hear from me. Very dis­cour­ag­ing. I taught Cre­ative Writ­ing for 34 years—had I just faked being a writer? When I retired, I want­ed to write but I didn’t want to try to write for mon­ey. Of course, it’s hard­er to write with­out a motive.

Back to my vow… I believe that God gave me the gift of writing—not in the Steinbeck/Hemingway way, but in my way. I am com­fort­able putting my thoughts on paper. I like to turn a phrase. So I wasn’t using His gift. I decid­ed that I would go back to my blog, some­thing my son had set up for me by cre­at­ing a website—I had writ­ten essays very spo­rad­i­cal­ly since 2012. I would write what­ev­er I felt like writ­ing about, two essays a week, for one year. After that, I would re-eval­u­ate. At this point I am ten months in. The oth­er day I came across a poem I had writ­ten 30 years ago that per­fect­ly express­es how I feel now.

The Obses­sion

The muse struck me down in the hallway
–Forced me to fill paper with words.
I’ll write if there’s some­thing I must say;
My phras­es are nuclear swords!

I feel I have just been inspired,
Anoint­ed to help spread the news.
I will write, no mat­ter how tired,
To tell all the world of my views.

I’ll write of the human condition,
The con­flicts that rage from within.
My prose will evoke real emotion—
Com­pas­sion, repen­tance of sin.

I’ll chron­i­cle human behavior
And not flinch from the gore and the mud.
Like a prophet pro­claim­ing a savior,
My pen will drip drops of bright blood.

I’ll exam­ine my own sad existence
And con­fess each mis­take that I’ve made.
I’ll write on despite all resistance!
By the way, sir, is this for a grade?

The last line became the title for my third book, a col­lec­tion of essays about being a teacher. I had com­plete­ly forgotten!

Comments

  • Ahh the ques­tion of all cre­atives, does it mat­ter if one does not have an audi­ence? I’ve dis­cov­ered it does­n’t. This was not an easy jour­ney, after hav­ing an agent, pub­lish­er etc. and los­ing all of that. But still I could­n’t stop paint­ing. Neitzche says it best for me and helped me make a peace with it. Look­ing into the trag­ic sight of life, the empti­ness of loss and the beau­ty and won­der of the world, there is a rap­ture to be expe­ri­enced in devel­op­ing a skill from ama­teur to mas­ter. When I paint, I don’t feel the pain in the mind, I’m deep in con­ver­sa­tion with the work and the lan­guage of the soul is expressed. If what I cre­ate res­onates with some­one else, a con­nec­tion is made and that’s a love­ly bonus. I’m here and you see me.
    I love your writ­ing Dal. It pro­vokes me to answer.
    Love,
    Gretch

    Gretch4 May, 2020
    • I am with you, my sis­ter gretch…forgetting about the audi­ence is very free­ing for me as a writer. i spent years try­ing to fig­ure out what the audi­ence wanted…a true dead end. i am thank­ful that mak­ing mon­ey as a writer does­n’t mat­ter to me any­more. but it is still work, don’t you agree?

      Dallin Malmgren22 May, 2020
  • Dallin, Your focus needs to be on your Faith in Our Sav­ior, Jesus Christ. Look to scrip­ture for you inspi­ra­tion. Study it, under­stand it and live it. All things on this earth are tem­po­rary, fleet­ing and per­ish­able. Faith in the sac­ri­fice of the Son of God shed blood which makes us God’s chil­dren is the last­ing thing on this earth.

    John B Gray3 May, 2020

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