Monday, January 15
The perfect gift @Liz Flaherty
I've been given some superb gifts in my life, haven't you? My daughter's birthday is Thursday, reminding me that our kids were perfect gifts. The ones they married. The Magnificent Seven. Not that they're unflawed--they are human beings, after all--but as gifts...yeah, perfect.
I've given a few, too. I searched for two years to find a video recording of my father-in-law's appearance on the TV show What's My Line to give to my husband. Duane hadn't seen it since he was a kid. I pulled off the surprise and it was, even in memory, a star-spangled moment.
So I was thinking today about writing and about the gift it is to those of us who do it. I was staring at the screen--I don't know about you, but I stare at the screen a lot--and trying to think of what to write. About gifts. About perfection.
I never strive for it...perfection...when I write. (Or any other time, but that's another post altogether.) I want my people to be flawed, their lives messy, even the solutions a little lopsided. This is how I can relate as a reader, so it's what I want to relay as a writer. Other readers, on the other hand, want top-of-the-crop and thankfully there are writers who provide it.
But I got away from what I meant for this to be about. It was about gifts, and I realized that for any writer, the perfect gift is available at any time. It is, no matter how well or how poorly our writing is going, the blank screen--or the blank page. Because every single one is a new chance to get it right (or lopsided.) If we do it wrong, there's that perfect empty space to start over again.
Aren't we the lucky ones?