I have forever been looking “out there” for what was within me the entire time, or as one of my mentors told me, “What you are looking for, you are looking with.”
I have been writing since the age of four (I learned to read at age two) but whenever my mother would catch me writing, she would confiscate the papers and throw them away along with the admonishment that writers are losers and I would “never be a writer!”
It has been said, “Follow your passion and the money will follow,” and I believe that. However, how many of you feel, or have felt like me, that you cannot be self-supporting by doing what you love.That has been an on and off process for me using a myriad of tools to get in touch with why that is.
I am doing what I love since I retired from my real career but not making any money and I have had to take a serious look at why? It felt like I have always been simply chasing moonbeams, falling stars and rainbows looking for something but not knowing what. I just kept writing. One morning – before dawn – one of those moonbeams struck me upside the head with another memory. It is definitely not a new memory but one which has always been just hanging out with me. It is a sentence I frequently heard from my mother: “Writers are losers.”