TODAY’S STORY WILL BE TOMORROW’S HISTORY
I once believed that writing was just a gift, given to a select few. However, I have come to believe this to be untrue for several reasons. When I listen to a story as told in a typical conversation I often say, “My! How interesting! You should write that down and share it with people.” The response I so often get is, “I couldn’t do that. I’m not a writer. I haven’t sufficient education to do something like that.” They aren’t aware of the fact that some of our most prominent authors have been people who were uneducated, untrained people who simply scribbled on paper their thoughts and feelings. Perhaps it was recorded in a diary or a personal journal that was found long after they were gone and published by family members. Then again, their writings might have been seen by a close friend or family member who encouraged them to publish their material, ultimately touching the lives of readers everywhere. I am now in the process of reading a book that was simply a journal, written by a man who would be extremely illiterate in today’s view. It was written in the 1600’s, reprinted many times and not just read, but studied by thousands – if not millions of people. It isn’t an easy read, but it has so much to say that I, like many others, find it interesting and absorbing. If he can do that, why can’t that be the case with anyone?
I wrote my first book several years ago and it was so well accepted that it took me by surprise. I didn’t intend to write a book. I had just lost someone dear to my heart and in my grief I began to write him a letter each day. He wasn’t there to read it, but it brought peace to my heart. When I finally reached the end, I realized that I had told his story. It was the story of my life and the influence that great man had on my life. My pastor read it, gave it to a publisher and before I knew what was happening I became a published author. The book is now out of print, but it served its purpose. I didn’t become rich and famous, but my book still has great value to so many people and that was undoubtedly the ultimate purpose of that endeavor.
In 2007 my husband of 56 years died, leaving me with limited finances. I have an autistic granddaughter who has been in my care from birth. While struggling to make ends meet I began to seek ways of earning money. I couldn’t leave the house to work outside the home because I needed to be there to care for her. This situation left me in what I considered an impossible situation. One day I received a card in the mail suggesting I become on online entrepreneur. I tossed it aside, believing that was beyond my capability. Not long after, I received another such card and this time I didn’t toss it. I kept it around for awhile and finally decided to call the number listed on the card. Eventually, I invested a large sum of money and began my efforts to get rich by writing and selling my work online. The program had a guarantee, so how could I lose?
While doing my best to make things work I met someone online with whom I was deeply impressed. He was working to make money by teaching others how to do what I was trying to do, but he did it with a thoughtful, considerate attitude. That’s when I began to learn. However, what I learned was how to work with purpose and how to enjoy every minute of my work. It wasn’t about getting rich; rather it was about finding my niche and making the most of who I am. Of all the things I do, I find that writing is my joy. I remember as a child I would take paper and pencil to bed with me, hide it under a pillow and once my parents were asleep I would use a flashlight to give me enough light to see the paper. The one I mentioned above became my mentor and not at a cost beyond my resources. He charged minimal amounts for lessons and reports as well as offer many free helps; yet I seemed to be getting nowhere. I printed them out, read everything and eventually learned that I just wasn’t getting it. He was teaching, I was reading, but I wasn’t absorbing the truth of what he was trying to say.
Finally he offered a course and because I had such confidence in him, I took it. That is when everything changed for me. Suddenly a light came on and I could see that I was trying to be something I was not cut out to be. I was trying to write and sell information with the idea of getting a large degree of wealth and that was not my forte. I am not an information writer, I am a storyteller. I’ve lived for 76 years and I have experienced a lot in my life. Yet, writing about it in a way that others would benefit by it was not for me. I needed to write in story form, just as I am now to find satisfaction in what I do.
My mentor has a fine purpose in seeking to make money online. His efforts are targeted at using that money to help others who are less fortunate. This is true of many online marketers. As for me, it isn’t about money as much as wanting my stories to be an end in themselves. Different people write for different reasons. I write in an effort to bring encouragement and inspiration to people around the globe. The autism stories taken from the journal of 22 years involving my efforts with my granddaughter have been useful to many. My poetry is often published in magazines and newspapers at no cost. I believe that if we give we will eventually receive.
I am telling my story to encourage those who have never thought about writing articles or books to consider giving it a try. Write down some of the things you talk about when communicating with others. Try writing down some of your memories or a few of your deepest thoughts. Who knows? You could be the writer the world is waiting for. I believe that one of the best reasons for writing is centered around family. I wish my parents and grandparents had penned some of their experiences and memories. There would be so much to learn from that. Their way of life is history now. What is happening in our lives today will be history to our offspring.
I suggest that you begin a log. If you are in the spring of your life, begin a life story by entering data into that log each day. It may seem unimportant to you now, but the day will come when it may be valuable information to you and to those who care about you. If you are in the summer of your days, you already have so much to tell. Most of those in the autumn years have children who will one day crave to hear of more about you and your outlook on life itself. If you’ve reached the winter years as I have, think of the past, collect your memories of yesteryear and leave some valuable history that can go down through the decades to come.
Let this be the first day of your writing career. Whether you have a lifetime to write or even just a few short years, what you have to say may be more significant to others than you might imagine. I hope this article encourages you to begin now to write tomorrow’s history.