Sometimes I want to give up
by Elouise
I want to turn into a bird and
join the community at the birdfeeder
A sometimes raucous group and yet
they manage to fly in and out
without mayhem or madness
taking them down bird by bird
This little poem was in the middle of a long list of things bothering me yesterday. They included personal health issues, life with our dear cat Smudge who vomits every now and then, the mess that passes as my desk, and our national mayhem and madness.
Early yesterday morning I was watching birds at the feeders outside our kitchen window. Even though it was freezing cold with ice and snow on the ground, I suddenly got all teary. I wanted to be a bird! Free to come and go without fear.
Thankfully, a telephone conversation with a longtime friend helped get me back on track.
There’s a reason I felt like packing it in. The real problem isn’t what’s out there, or even my health challenges. It’s my voice. My writing voice. Put simply: Writing on WordPress is about as safe as it can get. Visitors don’t have to agree with me, and I have the privilege of speaking my mind.
For several years I’ve wondered about publishing some of my writing, and have said No. I’ve already published as an academic; I don’t need to publish anything else.
And yet…I wrote my two published books while I was a professor and my father was still alive. I hedged my language, thinking he might read them. They included memories about my childhood, but not about the way things really were for me at home.
Blogging gave me an opportunity to describe my childhood and youth, come to terms with them, and move on as a writer. So here I am today wondering why, with a manuscript nearly ready to publish, I’m nervous and even fearful.
Yet the truth is simple: Though I don’t write to please or appease my father, I still have a whisper of fear in me. This may sound crazy. Still, I need to do this for myself, my mother and sisters, our children and grandchildren, and women and men who have encouraged me as the writer I now am.
More later about the book. Right now I’m back to proofreading.
Happy Friday, and a prayer that we’ll find our way through these troubled days.
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 12 February 2021
Photo found at news.wisc.edu
I have appreciated your blog, and wish you many blessings as you get ready to publish your manuscript. Telling the truth, when it is painful, is never easy, but I can well imagine that you will bless many who read it, and perhaps it will help them to get in touch with their own pain in a way that will bring healing and hope. Again, thank you, and blessings to you.
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Thank you, Rev. James. The material in my book won’t be brand new. You’ve doubtless read some of it already. It’s not my ‘Good Girl’ voice of yesteryears. Also, it’s virtually all poetry, without comment. I’ll say more about the collection after I get the proofreading done, and know what formats it will be in.
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I look forward to hearing more about it when you get closer to sharing it with the world!
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I understand how you feel.
But I would encourage to push through the fear and nerves and publish. Don’t give in to the “give up feelings”. Your story needs to be shared. Many people will benefit from it.
Your writing on WP has been a help and encouragement to me! 🙂
(((HUGS))) and ❤ 🙂
PATS and RUBS to Smudge!
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Hi Carolyn! Thanks for your encouragement. I hope you can hear Smudge purring back his thank you! He’s a sucker for pats and rubs, and I’m love to give them out. 🙂 In fact, I can’t imagine life right now with a warm furry creature wanting to cuddle on my lap or across D’s lap and mine! 🙂
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I don’t think it’s at all odd that you feel a touch of fear despite your father being gone. He trained you to fear him. Just like training of using good manners or telling the truth, the negative training we receive sticks with us as well. Perhaps publishing again will push more of your father’s negative training out of you.
Love you!
Marilyn
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Thanks, Marilyn! I think you hit the nail on the head. I feel quite ‘liberated’ most of the time. However, the day I wrote this post I was feeling a lot of angst. An echo of my past, most likely. Very similar to the way I felt prior to the publication of each of my earlier books. Both were personal as well as academic. This one, in contrast, is nothing but personal! 🙂
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I could say so much about the self-doubt involved in writing memoir, but I don’t want to come across “preachy” (no pun intended). And it gets worse at the moment of publication. But there is a point, when the world has not come down on you with a ton of bricks, that it becomes more comfortable. Good luck.
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What a great image! Thanks, Gwen! This one isn’t exactly a memoir, but it most definitely focuses on me, and the person I now am. Not the ‘harmless’ preacher’s kid, or even the a-little-bit-strange female prof. of theology! 🙂
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Your writing is entertaining and your transparency is refreshing. I would love to know what inspired you to name your cat “Smudge”??
❤️A nudge from Michele
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Hi, Michele!
When we first got Smudge (rescued by our granddaughters and their mom), he was maybe 4 months old, skinny, fearful, and roaming around in a state park. The whole family (grandchildren included) decided to name him together. We started with Smudge, because he had smudge streaks on the top of his head. The rest came quickly: Prince Oliver Smudge the Second! Unfortunately, he lost the smudges as he aged. He’s now all white with pink ears, nose, and paw pads.
Here’s a fun post about his great adventure, with photos: https://wp.me/s32tHJ-smudge.
Thanks for the nudge! Smudge likes them, too.
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Delightful! You are such a gifted writer: You and Smudge had my attention all the way through. Thank you so much for sharing and showing off your little treasure.
❤️Michele aka Mishi
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I’m so happy you enjoyed his little story!
Elouise 🙂
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