Writers should kick in doors and tear down walls

One again, my forward propulsion came to a screeching halt the other day.

It’s all good. These things happen. They will happen again. Life is a journey and all that. πŸ™„

Here’s what happened.

I was pumped about my writing projects on Medium. I was also pumped about some comments that came in on a previous post I published here. And, I finally received an answer about a contest I submitted to. I was juggling multiple things and reveled in the forward motion when a phone call interrupted me.

I got derailed.

First, let’s talk about the reason I was excited. I got an amazing comment about my Discomfort post from River Dixon. If you haven’t read some of his poetry or books, I highly recommend. He is in a category of its own, if you ask my opinion, but I’ll let you be the judge of that. Anyway, when he reads or comments on my words, I always take it as high praise. This is what he said:

He says to write what we want to write. He says if we don’t, we likely won’t reach our full potential as writers. He encourages all of us who have words to share to kick in the doors and tear down the walls.

I took his advice to heart and so should you.

So, with that in mind, I continued on my path and focused on my projects when suddenly I got a call from home. (I was at my mom’s house in the suburbs at the time.) We had a chat, I took on a few responsibilities with regards to kids activities, forms needing filling out, bills needing payment yada yada and then I returned to my writing projects.

Half an hour later he called again. Car trouble. Could I drive out and rescue him?


The car he was driving was my dad’s Saturn, a reliable, very well maintained station wagon which came in very handy during the backyard deck construction. Seems he had gone to a store to pick up deck furniture when the key wouldn’t turn over in the ignition. Long story short, the car is 20 years old and the key we’ve been using is so worn, it wasn’t able to catch and ignite.

Lucky for me it was past high traffic time (8 pm-ish) so I hopped into the car without packing anything, drove the 30 minutes back to my house, picked up the spare keys, drove to the store and managed to get one of the other keys to start the car.

Anyway, that derailed me, as I said. There were other issues involving auto mechanics, a training flight he had scheduled and required transportation to the airport for (with one car unreliable he needed the other car), some child-minding logistics etc…

Side note: I know it doesn’t sound like it, but I’m managing my gypsy lifestyle quite well. My headspace is clear(er) and I feel light(er) which helps me to feel more balanced. It’s all good.

In the end, this unexpected trip back home turned into a good thing for my son, who is 16 and learning to drive. When I told him I had to head back to mom’s to get all my stuff later in the afternoon on the following day he saw it as an opportunity to practice his driving skills. His learner’s permit doesn’t yet allow him to drive on the highway yet so we took the Lakeshore which only added an extra 15 minutes to the trip, really. He did great and I’m very proud of how he handled himself.

The other good news is the car key issue was a minor one (that key is now in the garbage) and for the foreseeable future, we will have to remember to bring two keys with us whenever we drive the Saturn.

The menfolk are looking for more reliable transportation to get the kids through hockey season which is slated to begin next month. (Fingers crossed – if anyone sends us back into lockdown heads will roll.)

Which brings me back to my writing projects.

I wrote a 1-minute erotic flash fiction piece and published it on my erotica blog and cross-posted it on Medium. This was a big deal; I never write erotica in the first person narrative. But I wanted to push boundaries and kick in doors and break down walls…

And so I did.

Next up – the contest. The two stories I submitted were not accepted but the so-called rejection letter was professional, kind and encouraging. I decided not to submit them to another contest (the fees are adding up) and post them instead on Medium (I think. I haven’t finalized my decision yet.)

Medium is metered, perhaps I will earn enough to buy myself the foam portion of a cup of cappuccino. πŸ™‚

Meanwhile, the high humidity and heat dome pressing down on my brain is ongoing. I discovered by accident that a kid has dryland practices beginning on Saturday (today!) which means I have to spend time hanging out not in a rink (yet) but outside on a field next to a rink. It will be hot… but fall is coming, and so is winter, and I am going to enjoy it.

I have another post started and brewing… more about relationships and all its intricate complications. It’s very long and convoluted so it will take time to slice it into manageable parts. When I do, you’ll be the first to see it as I will of course hurl my words into my blog for your reading pleasure.

Hold on to your hats!

See you in the comments.

22 thoughts on “Writers should kick in doors and tear down walls

  1. I got a rejection for dark and stormy, it happens, keep at it! You have talent, and I have some notes whenever you are ready to talk shop. I’m glad you’re feeling lighter and that you are at it. I love his response. We can’t sensor ourselves, we need to write what we want too. To bad for the nay Sayers.

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  2. Thank you for sharing! Wise and encouraging words for those of us writers who want to kick down the doors and tear down walls. Keep doing yours and I’ll start on me end πŸ™‚

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  3. Life is a roller coaster and I think that’s what keeps us engaged and makes it more interesting.
    You are following your aim that is what matters. A delay here and there dies not matter much as you long as you are moving in the desired direction.
    Stay blessed always

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  4. I can feel your excitement jumping out of your words! Fan-freaking-tastic!!πŸ₯³πŸ’ƒπŸΌπŸŒ»

    One thing I’ve heard about Medium from other writer/bloggers is that like Vegas, it’s rigged. The top performers get all the exposure so don’t be discouraged if it doesn’t seem like you’re getting anywhere.

    Tear down those walls and enjoy the ride! πŸ’•

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