G’day my little nuggets!
I am in the midst of my Spring Break at the moment, and I am feeling quite fantastic! I’ve gotten about 12 hours of sleep a night, have reverted back to my natural state as a nocturnal creature, and have actually washed all of the dishes in my apartment. (This was immediately necessary since I had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to eat on or with.) I also took out like 8 bags of trash. The way I live is… interesting. (And I’m not awake when I post this, I have it set to post automatically.)
Anyway! So I was thinking about what kind of post to do for today, and thought I would talk about my support system as a writer. I think it’s a pertinent topic, and always fun to see the different kinds of support–or lack thereof–that different writers have.
As for me, I guess it is kind of complicated. If I had to name my biggest support as a writer, it would definitely have to be my grandmother. She is the sweetest lady you could ever meet, but kick-butt when she needs to be. She has written me a letter every week for the 4 years I’ve been in college, and she always includes little tidbits that she’s cut out of the newspaper that she thinks I’ll find interesting. In addition, I get a hand-written note, occasional some cash, and a card that may or may not relate to anything at all. (For instance, a ‘Happy Bar Mitzvah’ card, or the ‘Congratulations on your New Home!’ card.) My gram is a card for sure. My sister and I spent half our childhoods at her house when our mom and dad were working, so in a lot of ways she is like an additional parent.
And she has always, always always believed in me. Anything that I wanted to do, she told me I could. Every time I did anything at all, it was like I’d invented the wheel–I got more praise than anyone could ever wish for. She remembers every little thing I tell her, like when I mentioned a food that I like. Whenever something exciting, or funny, or random happens at school, I usually call her, since I know she’s retired and will be there to answer.
Ha ha, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to become a profile on my grandma. x) BUT, the point is, she is definitely the one who, out of everyone I know, has without a doubt always supported my writing 100%. She believed that I could write a book even when I wasn’t that sure. She tells her friends at the book club about what I’m working on–I feel bad for them, always having to listen about what I’m doing–but it helps inspire me. When I hit 40k words I told Gram, and I think she was at least as excited as I was.
No doubt, my grandmother is at least half of my support as a writer.
The rest of my family is supportive, but I think they’re waiting for me to actually produce one of these books I’ve been talking about. Not that they think I can’t, just that… I haven’t yet, you know? My mom spends most of her time trying to get me to buckle down and focus on something that will actual provide me with money and benefits, which I understand. I’m her daughter, and she wants to make sure I can take care of myself. I appreciate that, but it isn’t always the resolute stand-by-me that I sometimes wish I could get from her. When I bring up my book, she treats it more as something that is getting in the way of my studies than as what I aspire to do full-time someday. Then again, my mother’s reading tastes have never strayed far from middle-aged-women-solving-mysteries-with-animals-or-recipes-involved, so a YA Fantasy probably isn’t much up her alley anyway.
My friends, especially my best friends, are also supportive, but again, this is something they’ve heard a lot of times without a finished product, so I think they’re all waiting to see if I’m going to deliver. Maybe that’s not the most inspiring, but I guess it’s kind of like the boy who cried wolf–if you say you’re writing a book enough times and then don’t have a book to show for it, eventually people are going to stop believing you, you know? I have groups that are specifically to do with my writing interest–like the Creative Writer’s Club that I’ve been going to–and that has been pretty encouraging, but I think I will need to find something similar when I go back home and join the real world.
But I’m in a good place this time, I’ve written more than I ever have, and I think that I have reached the point in my life where this is kind of do-or-die for me, so… Maybe I’ll finally get to prove my grandmother right, and give her something else to brag to her friends about. At least that’s the plan… And maybe I can convince my mom that this IS what I want to do.
So! What about you guys?
When you’re writing, who is it that understands your crazy passions, and who is it that thinks you’re just plain crazy? Do you have all the support in the world, or do you have to fight to prove that you’re serious about writing? Let me know!