I’ve had many identities throughout my life. I’ve done various jobs and have finally retired.
The identities I’ve had include, daughter, wife, mother, sister, friend, teacher, cashier, telephone operator, proofreader, student helper, student . . . and I could go on and on. You get the idea.
At this point, I want to be known as a writer. I’ve been told by several people that I am prolific. I enjoy writing. I’ve tried to figure out how many words to write a day. One article I read said that Hemingway wrote 250 words a day. When he reached that point, he would stop. It didn’t matter if he was in the middle of a sentence or where it was. That doesn’t work for me.
I tend to want to at least rough draft all of what I plan to write.
I tend to edit as I write. I also know the value of letting written work “get cold” and then going back and editing it.
Sometimes I’ve cheated when I wrote. I took a creative writing class at NCSU years ago. It was a night class. The only requirements were that we write five pages each week and be prepared to share one page of that weekly writing with the class. We also were told to comment on what others wrote. We’d take turns standing up in front of the class and reading one of the pages we’d written. How did I cheat? I wrote poems. I wrote five pages of poetry each week. At the time that is what I was mostly writing . . . that and comments on various columns Dennis Rogers wrote for the News and Observer. Dennis often used the letters I’d send in with my comments in his Friday Letters and Leftovers columns.
But as I sit here identifying as a writer, I realize this is a lonely profession. I can share some of it with friends, but there’s only so much I want to show them.
That being said, the phrase, “If not now, when?” comes to mind.
These are my retirement years. I suppose it’s as good a way to spend those years as any other?
I have three blogs at this website. There’s this one (proudofeverywrinkle) that talks about being my current age. I am proud of my wrinkles and proud to have lived this long. I enjoy this age. A second blog is called Constanceasawriter, and I try to give writing tips or share things I’m working on or have had published. Then there’s the third blog, which believe it or not started as the first blog. And the name of it escapes me. . . Senior moment. brb . . .msplayful.wordpress.com It’s my msplayful’s blog. That’s why on the other two blogs I see they were written by msplayful. I never said I was good with computers, although others have said “for my age” I am. . .
My youngest son often over-estimates my technological ability. (is that a term?) We skype once a week. He lives in China. One day he decided it would be good to put the number of steps app on my phone so I could keep up with how much walking I was doing daily. I told him that was a bad idea. (Do children ever listen to their parents?) He was sure we’d be done in ten minutes and I’d enjoy the app. Two hours later it was successfully installed on my phone. My phone and his phone are not just alike. Symbols he told me to click on may be on his phone, but they were not on mine. We worked on that the whole skype session, ha, ha.
I seem very capable of “drifting in my conversations now”.
That could be why I work on various writing projects. My interests drift.
But I am a writer and I love writing. What are some of the things others, who are retired, now do with their time? I’d love to find out.