Writing in my Sacred Writing Space

“I am a writer.  Today I write.”  That has become my mantra.  And since I have said that to myself or even out loud daily for the past few months, I have written every day.  Some days it might just be to take notes or rework part of my scene list in my notebook while I’m waiting for soccer practice to end, but usually it’s at 5:30 am, sitting at my computer . . . writing.  I’ve been getting up an hour early before work everyday to write.  Sometimes its tough, but I think in redefining myself as a writer I have to convince myself of the truth of who I truly am.  And to do that, I need to write . . . everyday.  We all carry so many roles and often those are roles that we may not choose ourselves or that may not reflect or define who we truly are or want to be.  It’s pretty exciting to be doing that.  I am definitely enjoying it.

One of the biggest steps I made on this journey toward becoming a writer was to set up a little writing space for myself.  It is not a quiet serene space.  I always envisioned writers with quiet offices that had large widows with lovely inspirational views.  My “office” is a 2’ x 4’ plastic table set in front of some bookshelves.  But the shelves hold all my favorite books!  I also cleared off one shelf to create a “sacred space.”  Janet Connor, author of Writing Down Your Soul, writes about the importance of creating a sacred writing space in her book.  I’m also taking a tele-seminar class with her, and we spent two weeks on this process.  I have objects and pictures that are meaningful to me, that give me my own inspiration.  I also have a candle that I light every time I sit down to write.  I love my space, and it has become integral to this journey.

I’ve even created a writing ritual for myself.  I know what happens when I sit in this space . . . writing.  I don’t pay bills, grade papers, talk on the phone, or any of the other activities my roles as wife, mom and teacher demand of me.  My writing space is in the middle of my busy home and there is no door on it to shut out the world, but even so, it has become a creative “retreat” space for me.  Even though I’ve only had it for four months or so, my family has also acknowledged this as my space.  I have yet to find any Algebra homework on it, and when I am writing, they honor that.  And that I think is one of the greatest gifts of all.  I have defined a space and because I have honored it, everyone around me has too.  That’s exciting – maybe I am becoming a writer!!