So You Think You Can Dance/Sing/Draw…
The other day I was a tad frustrated with my writing. After I slammed my lap top shut, I laid back on the couch and wished I had some sort of remarkable talent, something that I was born awesome at, something I didn’t have to work so freaking hard for.
If you weren’t a writer, what talent/skill would you work on?
I’ve given other talents a shot and haven’t been terrifically successful. I’m can’t sing harmony, I’m too shy to act, and I apparently can’t count to twelve so that rules out knitting.
Dance left me with a bum knee and gymnastics gave me two jacked up wrists and shoulder, so anything physical is pretty much shot. And really, those aren’t things you can do forever. Who wants to see an eighty-year-old in a unitard?
I love to build stuff, but power tools and toddlers are a dangerous combination.
Besides strawberries, I’ve killed everything I’ve ever tried to grow.
The more stuff I list, the more I realize that the one thing I’m incredible at is being stubborn. I sing at church and dance in my kitchen. I am working on a lopsided scarf, and already picked out the beds for my tomatoes for the spring.
Even though I may not be the most naturally gifted writer, I’m not going to give it up.
Someday my scarf will be done and I’ll make salsa from my tomatoes.
And have a book in my library with my name on it.
If you weren’t a writer, what talent/skill would you work on?
I’ve given other talents a shot and haven’t been terrifically successful. I’m can’t sing harmony, I’m too shy to act, and I apparently can’t count to twelve so that rules out knitting.
Dance left me with a bum knee and gymnastics gave me two jacked up wrists and shoulder, so anything physical is pretty much shot. And really, those aren’t things you can do forever. Who wants to see an eighty-year-old in a unitard?
I love to build stuff, but power tools and toddlers are a dangerous combination.
Besides strawberries, I’ve killed everything I’ve ever tried to grow.
The more stuff I list, the more I realize that the one thing I’m incredible at is being stubborn. I sing at church and dance in my kitchen. I am working on a lopsided scarf, and already picked out the beds for my tomatoes for the spring.
Even though I may not be the most naturally gifted writer, I’m not going to give it up.
Someday my scarf will be done and I’ll make salsa from my tomatoes.
And have a book in my library with my name on it.
22 Comments
Katrine
And just think, you will wear your scarf to the library, check out your book with your name on it, and eat your salsa while you read it! It’s going to be awetothesome!
prerna pickett
sometimes I wish I was a good singer (my singing often resembles the sounds a cat often makes when dying) or painter, or something else that doesn’t seem as daunting as writing. But I love that I have a huge imagination that is always spitting out new ideas, it makes life more interesting.
Carrie Butler
I do freelance art, so when I’m not writing, that’s what I work on. 🙂
Becky Wallace
@Carrie: I hate you this________________ much.
Red Boot Pearl
Hmmm…at least it’s strawberries. I can only grow jalapenos. And what do you do with like 20 jalapenos and one tomato?
Laura C.
I love that you’re so stubborn! I think that’s all that keeps some of us going. Pure cussed stubbornness.
Lynn(e) Schmidt
It’s a good thing you are a writer, because you’ve gotten a blog award 🙂
And then…as far as what I’d do..I’d probably work more on snowboarding, which rocks since I just got hired as an instructor 🙂
Lindsay N. Currie
Hehe. . . I’ve had this feeling many times. And sadly ,not just about writing. About MANY things. The good news though, is that I think stubbornness will get you a long way in this industry. At least I hope so:)
William Kendall
I can’t sing or dance, so those are out. I can only draw landscapes, and not that well.
I’d put more focus on photography and rock climbing if not for the writing.
Norma Beishir
I had to be a writer. I suck at everything else.
I wanted to be a jockey once, but I’m too big for that. I love astronomy, but there’s that dreaded math requirement….
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