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Today I started reading Maktub by Paulo Coelho. I am sure I am not alone when I say I LOVE his books. I’ve read most (if not all of them) and I’m fairly certain I’ve read The Alchemist a dozen times. I had crazy vivid dreams the first time I read it and every subsequent reading has prompted new ideas, memories and warm fuzzy feelings. I simply love that book.

Maktub is a series of short writings from a time Coelho wrote a daily column. So far I’ve read one – the first one – and I am already inspired. He illustrates a lovely story and speaks about “fragments of life.” BAM! As soon as I finished the two-page story I had to jump up and grab my computer. I am currently writing a piece (hopefully a book) about a time in my life when I hopped onto an airplane and went to London, England for the first time. Part of my struggle writing it is that memories are not always reliable. Is that when this happened? Is that who was there? Is it in the right order? For someone does not want to offend anybody, who loves to “get things right” and who is very precise by nature, I find this a huge struggle. I didn’t keep a daily journal. I wrote sporadically and made attempts to capture everything. But I didn’t.

So I write from memory, with the aid of my limited journal and photos and hope I get things right – and try not to stress too much over it.

When I read Coelho’s words today – about a traveller looking at papers and referring to them as fragments of his life, the lightbulb went off. This piece I am writing = fragments of my life. Fragments from a period of time I look back at with a lot of love and gratitude (and a fair amount of nostalgia). And that freed my mind. I am piecing together these fragments as best I can and hope I do everyone justice. If and when anyone reads it I hope they will feel that love and gratitude.

Maktub. It is written. And so I shall keep writing.

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Sometimes just stepping off, or jumping, into the unknown is in and of itself the victory. Sometimes venturing out of our comfort zone is really what it’s all about, no matter the result.

Last week was a bit of a test for me in this regard. For the first time ever, I submitted a piece of work to a writing contest. Actually, I submitted pieces to two contests.

The first one was easier for me. It’s the CBC non-fiction contest. The only criteria was a word count of no more than 2000. And clearly, it must be non-fiction. Done. Submitted. I like that little story – but then it’s about my life, or rather a certain experience I look back at fondly. So of course I like it. To this competition, I even submitted a second piece! It’s much shorter, and about my first memory.

Cool. Felt good to submit.

Now comes the waiting to see what, if anything, comes of it. And I do mean wait… The “long list” gets published in September. Ugh. I’m sure there are a great many entries, so it’s not that surprising. Still, I’d like to know sooner than that! Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I expect to win or even be long-listed. I’d just like to know. I guess I still need to learn how to just let it go and accept the not knowing. Always a work in progress!

Then there’s the second competition. A piece of fiction, which had to include a black notebook and a $20,000 windfall, and be between 600-2000 words. For some reason, this one felt uncomfortable. So much so, I nearly didn’t submit! I went back and forth in my head – I will, it’s a good little story. I won’t, it’s just a silly story. I will. I won’t. And on and on.

At the last minute, I did. Why not? I’d done the work, so might as well. And this one is actually already published online. Maybe that’s why it made me feel uncomfortable – knowing it would be there, living online. It’s a site called Vocal – a forum for writers to submit their work, build readership, enter competitions (with prize money) and even make a little money. The more your work is read, the more money you make. It’s not a lot of money, mind you – it certainly won’t make you rich, but hey. Why not?

Shameless self-promotion side-bar. Would you take a few minutes to read my piece? As a new contributor to the site, it would be good for my profile. And if you want to “like” my piece, that would be awesome too. And really, NO PRESSURE! Apparently you need to sign up to be able to “like”, and that could be taking things too far. If it is, just step away.

Ugh…enough of that.

If you had told me a year ago that I would write and submit three pieces to two competitions, I would have looked at you sideways and said “really?” I’ve always enjoyed writing, but hadn’t put much thought into it. Now that I have done this, I feel a sense of accomplishment. That’s right, whether my work is deemed worthy of a prize or not, it feels amazing simply to have sent it in.

Sometimes you just need to take that step. Even if it feels like you’re jumping off a swing into the abyss. What’s the worst that can happen? People won’t like what I’ve written? Oh well. Not everyone’s going to think my pieces are fun, or good or exciting or well-written. I’m not trying to please everyone. I’m just writing, and putting it out there.

And the putting it out there feels good. The putting it out there is the accomplishment.