If I told you, I’d have to….

It’s Friday night. I’m sitting at home, battling the cat for access to my laptop. Stevie Ray, for some odd reason, has taken a liking to watching the cursor move on the screen as I direct it with the mouse. He’s entertained, but it’s awfully hard to type with a fur ball pawing at the screen.

The truth is I’m having a little trouble deciding what to write. Oh, I have a thousand ideas. But I’m wondering just how much can I actually say without crossing the line?

A blog should have a purpose. I could write a blog that interviews other writers. But as a freelance writer that’s what I do. That’s how I earn my paycheck. Oh, I would write for free—don’t get me wrong. But there’s a sense of accomplishment in being recognized as worthy to be on the payroll. Plus, other bloggers are already doing a great job of incorporating interviews on their blogs. I do have a few amazing writers lined up for the future. I don’t want to miss out on a opportunity to learn from them as they tell me about their craft, but again, others are doing a great job with this approach. Why should I duplicate?

What should be the purpose of this blog?

I want to encourage others to find what it is that makes that little light within them glow. I’m not talking about their love for Christ. Only He can make that little light shine.

I’m talking about that other little light, the one that makes a person’s passion come alive. All good things come from God, so I have no doubt that God puts that passion within us. My little light, of course, is music—and writing. I gravitate toward people who have the same light because we speak the same language.

I want to encourage people to do those things that make their lights shine. Pushing an emotional button seems to help. Make ‘em laugh, make ‘em cry, make ‘em feel something.

Most of the time, I prefer makin’ em laugh. It’s good medicine. But there is a limit. One story after another fills my mind, but I can’t print them. I could be blackballed—or, even worse, arrested.

Many years ago, I took a mass communications class at MTSU. The  We all shared the same vibe, the same little light. We were all professionals in the world of mass communications, musicians, writers, journalists, etc. I was low man on the totem pole, just a lowly stringer, a freelance writer.

One of our first assignments was share with the entire class the over-the-top emotional impact that pop culture had on us. In other words, we had to come clean about stalking at least one celebrity.

Awwwww no! I hate confessionals. I didn’t want to spill my guts in front of strangers. One girl, a young journalist who worked for a popular country music magazine at the time, confessed to attending a Ted Nugent concert and jumping out of her balcony seat and swinging out onto the stage. Of course, security whisked her away. But whoa…what a story.

When it was my turn, I recounted my tame story of naming my child after a celebrity. (But my parents named me after a singer too!) I hadn’t really done anything too bizarre. It was almost as if my classmates wanted more. The lady next to me turned to me and said with a compassionate voice, “You know where he lives, don’t you?” Several other professionals sitting in my area turned around and looked at me.

Spurred on by a roomful of professional paparrazi, I thought, “Hmmm. This could be fun.” So I spoke up with hope in my voice. “No, no, I don’t.” I waited.

The lady then drew me a detailed map to his house. My other classmates told me where he usually hung out. My cartographer friend was a close relative of a well-known name in the music biz, so I figured she knew what she was talking about. I wasn’t so sure about everybody else.

But the point is, I can’t give you the details. I can’t give you the directions. I can’t even name names. If I do, I’m in trouble. What’s a story without the details?

Maybe if I can’t ignite the fire, maybe I can at least fan the adventurous flame  that burns within my visiting readers. Life can be routine and boring–if we let it. What’s wrong with tweeking a few variables to get a different outcome?

Stevie Ray has grown weary of my laptop and has found something better to occupy his time–a nap. As I watch him snoozing, I’m reminded of what they say about curiousity and the cat.

Writers thrive on an adventurous spirit, but we also need a little common sense to go with it.

André Gide once said, “It is only in adventure that some people succeed in knowing themselves – in finding themselves.”

So is it with writers.

9 thoughts on “If I told you, I’d have to….

  1. Hey, Teresa!

    I have a kitty, named Murphy, who gets all excited when I use my Wii-Fit. He chases the little cursor all over the television screen. Not… a good thing, I think.

    Okay, I’ll confess something connected with a celebrity, although it’s not exactly a confession… unless I confess to bragging about it from time to time.

    I kissed Greg Lake (Emerson, Lake & Palmer) on the mouth.

    A friend of mine and I finagled our way backstage, dressed to the nines and bearing roses. We sat in Greg’s dressing room, just chatting, and Greg asked me what I did for a living. No way was I going to tell him about my boring day job! Instead, I told him I was a drummer in a band. Suddenly he and I had something exclusive to talk about! When it was time for him to leave, I handed him the rose, and he gave me a kiss. It wasn’t a **WOW** kind of kiss, but a tender half-second or so where it was just him and me connecting. He’s probably long ago forgotten that moment, but I never will.

    By the way, this was long before I met my husband!


  2. Tee, this is a great post and I enjoyed reading it.
    For myself:
    I have embarked on some adventure in my life and even though it was turned around for good by God, I’d have to qualify it with “Don’t try this at home.” Yes it was reckless and gave me a feeling of freedom, I realize now these adventures were poor choices during life-changes. They had to do with age. In adolescence, there is a tendency to feel indestructible and in mid-to late 30’s (which in a lot of ways is worse then adolescence) there is a strong tendency to make poor judgements you will later regret.

  3. Oh, definitely, Kuby. I guess my adventures are quite naive and innocent. My older son, who is in college now, shares my quirkiness. When he was in high school, he and his youth group were on a church trip and took some time to visit a mall for supper. He plotted with all of them, and they performed a “freeze” in a clothing store. What this means is that at a designated time, all of them would stop what they were doing and literally freeze regardless of what they were doing. They didn’t move for a minute or so. I think it freaked out the store clerks. Harmless adventure but fun. 🙂

  4. Hahaha! I love cats, but what I’m really interested in are the missing details of this little story. 😀 Ha! But I guess you have a point with whole curiosity and cat cliche.

  5. I’m working on the next blog about our trip and our awards. Trying to find the right words is HARD. They say truth is stranger than fiction, and I’m not how to write in the details of life on The Edge. I wouldn’t be who I am if you guys weren’t who you are. You’ve inspired me beyond measure. How do I get those details into a blog so that people will understand?

  6. I love this post! I have to battle with my cat for computer access as well. When I finally get him to leave there is fur all over the keyboard. But I do think in his own way he thinks he is helping me write.

    I do hope that everyone can find their passion. Mine is writing. If I didn’t have my passion to guide me t I would be completely lost as to what to do with my life.

    • Haley, I”m right there with you. I would be miserable if it weren’t for music and writing. I know. I tried living without for years. I just wasn’t myself. 🙂

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