10/30/2013 2:00:00 PM Back Talk From The Back House
By Nancy Wilson
I really thought I was too old to learn anything new, at least that's what I've been telling everyone. There's so much irrelevant information running around in my head that I don't feel I need any more, so I have rejected adding anything for a long time now.
But I can't escape. The other day, as I was (still) working on cleaning up the tilting bookshelf, which fortunately has not fallen over yet, I actually got to thinking.
I was maybe even thinking about the column. What if? I said to myself. What if I didn't have at least a column to write? What the heck would I do with myself? Of course, I am very aware of all the have-tos, like cleaning shelves and the file cabinet, occasionally doing the dishes, and all sorts of housework, at which I balk.
Housework does not give me any purpose in life, however; my purpose is writing. I have only learned this in recent years, however, since starting with the esteemed LCN many years ago. (Light dawns on marble head!) I need something meaningful to do.
Who cares whether the dishes are done, or the bed made, or the dog hair cleaned up, or the litter boxes scooped out? I sure don't ... I just care about getting words onto paper, sometimes submitted for an article, sometimes not, and a deadline always helps motivate me.
For instance, this past spring I was notified of a poetry competition; I decided to enter it. With the able assistance of my chauffeur, who helped me with the massive pile of typing, I fished out a lot of poems and retyped and proofread them, over and over, to be sure there were no typos (at which I am expert), and sent them in, completely forgetting to include a SASE.
I had worked very hard on that project, day after day; it gave me something to do, above and beyond the daily grind. No, I did not win the competition, although, of course, I should have.
I call myself a freelance writer, although I now seem to be submitting exclusively to The Lincoln County News. I have an occasional feature story to tell, and of course this frivolous column, for a few people to read, and apparently enjoy.
Complete strangers come up to me in a store, to ask whether I am who I am, and when I say that 'yes, I am,' I more than likely receive a compliment on it ... and yes, I do appreciate this. I'm very glad to know that there are some out there who can relate to my scribblings.
After all, if housework were all that was left for me to do, my very life would have no point to it whatever. I have a great need to keep my head in the clouds.