Friday, January 13, 2006

My voice has been recognized, again!

Good news. The Austin Chronicle (scroll down to the second graff), a weekly news/entertainment/feature magazine described my blog as: "…an articulate and funny voice… with more insight and humor than any commentator in town."

Wow! Of course, that makes me feel great. Thing is, they don’t even know it’s me. They’re not speaking of this blog, Devas T. Rants and Raves! Nor are they speaking of my Children’s book blog (I plan to discontinue). And they’re not even talking about my super-secret anonymous blog that I try not to talk about here. See, I started a 4th blog — shhh! Now, I know what you’re thinking: "Devas T., are you really writing or illustrating any children’s books in the midst of all this blog writing?" And the answer is, yes, I am. This fourth blog is where I simply cross-post the things I write and cartoon on my super-secret anonymous blog.

After reading the comments in the Chronicle, I became really mad at myself. All these years — my entire life — I’ve been telling myself that I can’t — when actually, I can. I can write. I don’t make that statement with a spirit of bravado, not at all. What I’m saying is that all along, writing did, in fact, fall into my realm of "can do." I didn’t know it because I was too focused on what I can’t do. Now, measuring the efficiency of an algorithm, I can’t do — don’t wanna do. Run a touchdown in the final six seconds of the game, I can’t do — don’t wanna do. But with study, practice and determination, I can write! Can do, wanna do.

The thing is, realizing that I can write, and being recognized by others as capable, or as the Chronical described me, "a gem," scares me. I’m not sure that I’m ready for that kind of lable. I mean, I’m completely confident in my visual/artistic abilities. I’m a good artist right now, and provided that I don’t get hit by a truck this afternoon, I will be a good artist tomorrow — I know that. This writing thing, I have to take it a day at a time.

After living 41 years with a can't do attitude, I'm now wondering what all have I missed out on.


ShellyP said...

Think about what you missed (but no too long) and think about what you might want, and go for it!

Susan Taylor Brown said...

You, my friend, just got a sign of what it is you're supposed to be doing. Look back for a moment, but then jump forward because there's a whole lot of writing in your future.

rindambyers said...

You didn't miss out, I think, Don. Creativity often starts to blossom past forty. We don't tend to think of it that way in our society Once we turn into adults, we're supposed to stop growing! We do, physically, that is. But creative types tend to keep growing inside, and that is why, often, as the older years approach, we start to blossom, the result of all that continuing growing!

All these years before 50, I thought I could not create visually, but all that time I had kept "making things." Now the blossoming time comes.

This is particularly true for many writers, I think. There are many, many examples of superb writers who blossomed late. Laura Ingalls Wilder, who started writing books for hcildren in her 60's, is a famous example.

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