Lately I’ve been pondering who I am as a writer. I realize that if I’m going to attend Mount Hermon again this coming year, I need to take something with me. The question is, what? I have so many different ideas floating around in my brain (and in my writing journal). At this point, I don’t see any overall unifying theme for all of those thoughts. So where do I begin?
I feel stressed out by the fact that what I choose to really pursue first could possibly define myself as a writer. I struggle with thinking about what my “brand” might be. It even trickles into my thoughts about this blog. Should I be using this blog more strategically? Should I be focusing my blog more on my true passion? What is my passion anyway?
And that takes me to another discouarging place. My passion? (And I mean beyond the Sunday School answers. . .) Restoring community. Building marriages. Building relationships. Parenting. Applying “business” tools to every day life. Coaching. Mentoring. Organization effectiveness in churches and non-profits. Stewardship. Why does that make me discouraged as a writer? Because there are 80-million books out there on all of those topics. Books by people with more experience, more credentials, more wisdom and more skills than me. How can I ever differentiate myself? Heck, how can I ever compete with some of those people?
So I’m back to being stuck defining myself. At my writer’s group last week, we talked about how insightful creating self-portraits is. We discussed doing a self-portrait in words as a future assignment. Maybe I need to start on that sooner than later. . .
Photo: Flamingo (2007)