Hey all and welcome to the first part of my first series! I’ve been thinking of doing one for a bit and being it’s February, the month of love, what better time is there?
So two quick questions before getting into the meat of this post; can you name a famous person you know personally? By fame I’m talking Tom Cruise stratosphere level. The closest I’ve got is a customer at my Mom’s shop telling me she’s pretty chummy with one of the main dudes on Supernatural. If you couldn’t name anyone, I doubt you’re alone. Most of us non-famous folks know fellow non-famous folks.
Here’s my next question; what was the reaction when you told friends and family of you’re desire to be a professional writer? Was it a resounding “huzzah!” or more of a “oh, that’s nice.”? Mine was the latter and I think part of the reason has to do with the answer of the first question.
The life of a non-famous consists of putting in their forty hours, tending house and family and the occasional getaway. It’s a very good life , but no where in it are random people asking for pictures and an autograph. No interviews, fan mail or all the other glitz that goes with being famous. So to hear a fellow non-famous folk talk about wanting to step into that world that seems a million miles away, the less than stellar enthusiasm is not a complete surprise. It’s a tough blow to take.
When there’s all this passion burning inside to CREATE, if someone would just say they believed in you, you’d be unstoppable. I know this from experience because I can’t think of anyone exceedingly thrilled that I aspired to make my band into something more than four guys playing some swinging sounds.
Until I met my wife.
When I told her about my band, this weird thing happened. She was interested and I knew it was genuine. Case in point: for Christmas a friend gets me bass strings. I don’t play bass, I play guitar. Now I didn’t expect her to know the difference, but at least take an interest enough to know what I play so you can ask the guy at the store for the correct gift.
But anyway, not only was my wife interested in what I was doing, she asked ME questions. She wanted to hear my songs, was excited when I wrote something new and encouraged me to continue when I had my rough days.
For various reasons the band never reached it’s potential and by then, I was okay with that because an old passion had flared up stronger than ever. And guess what? My wife supported me just as much. When I had written something, she wanted to read it and gave me honest feedback. When I learned something new to help further my writing career, she wanted to hear all about it. My interest in writing became hers because it was important to me.
We creative types need this. We’ve decided to seriously pursue something that most consider a hobby and no matter how good we think we are, we need someone to believe it right back. This what my wife does for me, among other things, that make me love her more and more.
So who’s your cheering section? A spouse? A friend? Your really cool and hip uncle? Tell me all about it. I’m INTERESTED.
Info Stuff- Follow my ROW80 progress every Wednesday and Sunday and for the month of February, Tuesdays and Thursdays will be devoted to my Love series. Eight loves that have shaped me into the writer I am.