You know how, when you love to do something, you often won’t do it in front of other people (or at all) because you are afraid of being judged or criticized? No? Maybe it has just been me then. I have three things like that: writing, singing and art.
I have always loved to draw, paint, make things out of…stuff. It is therapy for me. One day I just stopped. I don’t know why…life, I guess. So I didn’t really make any art for probably…18 years or so(unless you include my son, which I do). Until I got diagnosed. And I don’t have a problem showing friends what I make. It is something I do a lot when I’m waiting. Anyone who has ever been through cancer treatment knows there is a lot of waiting so I have been particularly productive over the last year or so and lots of people see it while they are waiting too. But I have never tried to have a show or sell my work or anything. I wouldn’t call myself an artist.
Since I was a little girl, I have wanted to be a writer. I love stories and books. To be able to make them, to create the world to which people want to escape, to make characters that make people feel like they are not alone in their situations, what an honor. But I almost never write. I mean, I have a journal that I write personal things in, a notebook that I write story ideas in, and I do National Novel Writing Month every year – I have five incredibly awful novels so…I DO write…I just never let anyone read what I write. I wouldn’t call myself a writer. So this is my first time writing for public consumption. Be gentle, please.