I have terribly neglected this blog over the past few months. Talk about an oxymoron. I focus greatly on my clients, their needs and goals that sometimes my own endeavors get put on the back burner. Shame on me. (In my best scolding voice.)I just returned from a weekend writing conference with the Florida Writers Association which obviously lit a fire under my blog-slacking behind. It is refreshing to occasionally converse with those who are talented, arrogant, humbled, facetious, self-centered, terrified and gracious...much like the rest of society...except that they are also creative nuts much like myself.
I engulfed myself in workshops and networking, Chardonnay and truckloads of food, and left a bit richer in knowledge, friendships and lessons in the art of self-sacrifice. I watched the expressions on the faces of my fellow Friends In Pens as they received awards, were honored for their achievements and applauded for astounding performances.
You see, writing is the ultimate self-sacrifice. You bear emotions you wouldn't express to your closest friend, you risk rejection from complete strangers whose approval you desperately seek and strive to make some sort of profound difference in a world full of mediocrity.
And while Edward Bulwer-Lytton whispers, "The pen is mightier than the sword," in my tone-deaf ear, I can't help but wonder if a good swipe by the blade at our rejection-ridden, critique-giving, pen-toting asses is just what we need sometimes to keep us on track.
I'm appreciative of my battle wound this weekend. My pen is stronger than ever.
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