Become the Writer You Were Meant to Be

Every day, writers fail at one important task: being who they are. They succumb to their doubts and don’t embrace their gifts and talents that the world needs.

Why do they do this? The reasons vary:

fear of failure
uncertainty of the unknown
anxiety of success
I was the same — until a friend gave a simple, potent challenge: “You are a writer. You just need to write.”

Ever since then, I’ve been writing and sharing my work and building an audience. And you know what? My friend was right. I was a writer; I just needed to write.

About the Book

You Are a Writer is an eBook about the process of becoming who you already are. It’s a guide for those called to a life of words, a book about passion and calling, striving and sacrifice.

Mostly, it’s about writing: the glorious and grisly process of putting your butt in the chair and creating something worth remembering.

This eBook will challenge you, call you out, and launch you into the life you should be living — a life of writing.

Get Started Today

Are you ready to begin? To stop dreaming of being a writer and start living into your calling? To use your words to make a difference and get your due reward? It all begins with a simple declaration, an act of faith and courage: You have to call yourself a writer.

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♥ Labour of Love ♥

Talk about romantic! A very creative Walt spent 22 hours taking 2600 posed photos and two days editing this adoooorable proposal video for his girlfriend Nealey. Walt even found lego figurines that “looked like the couple”, and check out the “wedding guests” at the end! ♥

Check out this video:

Called to rise

We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies – Emily Dickinson

 I HAD a guinea golden; 
  I lost it in the sand, 
And though the sum was simple, 
  And pounds were in the land, 
Still had it such a value          
  Unto my frugal eye, 
That when I could not find it 
  I sat me down to sigh. 
I had a crimson robin 
  Who sang full many a day,         
But when the woods were painted 
  He, too, did fly away. 
Time brought me other robins,— 
  Their ballads were the same,— 
Still for my missing troubadour          
  I kept the “house at hame.” 
I had a star in heaven; 
  One Pleiad was its name, 
And when I was not heeding 
  It wandered from the same.         
And though the skies are crowded, 
  And all the night ashine, 
I do not care about it, 
  Since none of them are mine. 
My story has a moral:          
  I have a missing friend,— 
Pleiad its name, and robin, 
  And guinea in the sand,— 
And when this mournful ditty, 
  Accompanied with tear,         
Shall meet the eye of traitor 
  In country far from here, 
Grant that repentance solemn 
  May seize upon his mind, 
And he no consolation          
  Beneath the sun may find.

Part II from Life poem

The journey – award winning poem

the journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice-
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Written by Mary Oliver – Pulitzer Prize-winning writer

My favorite line: and there was a new voice

In her shoes

This is the dedication on the first page of Charlotte Scanlon-Gambill’s book In her Shoes

I dedicate this book to the true heroes of the Faith.  Those who have not just lived life from their own vantage point but have stepped into the shoes of others and made a difference to another’s world.

To you who have loved the unlovely, embraced the unwanted, remembered the forgotten and included the lonely: you are amazing.  Your reward is truly stored up in heaven but whilst you are here on earth I salute you for your strength, tenacity and selfless love.  It is breathtaking.

The world is all the richer because of who you are and all you do I pray that as you refresh others you yourself will be refreshed.  I pray you will feel the kiss of heaven all over your life in increasing measure.

Much love

Charl xx

WOW what an amazing women.  I purchased her Identity book also while at Sistas Conference (post to come) this weekend just been.  I am in the progress of reading In her Shoes and man what an amazing, thought provoking and awakening book.

Will fill you in on the book once I have finished it – I can tell just from the opening dedication, this will be a book I read more than once!  Read a sample chapter here.


Check out the YouTube video below of her speaking – amazing talented women!

Currently Reading: The Tiger’s Wife by Tea Obreht

This book is amazing, I only started reading it a few days ago and up to chapter 3.  Obreht is talented far beyond her years, and her unsentimental faith in language, dream, and memory is a pleasure

Here is an overview of the book:

In a Balkan country mending from years of conflict, Natalia, a young doctor, arrives on a mission of mercy at an orphanage by the sea. By the time she and her lifelong friend Zóra begin to inoculate the children there, she feels age-old superstitions and secrets gathering everywhere around her. Secrets her outwardly cheerful hosts have chosen not to tell her. Secrets involving the strange family digging for something in the surrounding vineyards. Secrets hidden in the landscape itself.

But Natalia is also confronting a private, hurtful mystery of her own: the inexplicable circumstances surrounding her beloved grandfather’s recent death. After telling her grandmother that he was on his way to meet Natalia, he instead set off for a ramshackle settlement none of their family had ever heard of and died there alone. A famed physician, her grandfather must have known that he was too ill to travel. Why he left home becomes a riddle Natalia is compelled to unravel.

Grief struck and searching for clues to her grandfather’s final state of mind, she turns to the stories he told her when she was a child. On their weekly trips to the zoo he would read to her from a worn copy of Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book, which he carried with him everywhere; later, he told her stories of his own encounters over many years with “the deathless man,” a vagabond who claimed to be immortal and appeared never to age. But the most extraordinary story of all is the one her grandfather never told her, the one Natalia must discover for herself. One winter during the Second World War, his childhood village was snowbound, cut off even from the encroaching German invaders but haunted by another, fierce presence: a tiger who comes ever closer under cover of darkness. “These stories,” Natalia comes to understand, “run like secret rivers through all the other stories” of her grandfather’s life. And it is ultimately within these rich, luminous narratives that she will find the answer she is looking for.

About the author:
Téa Obreht was born in 1985 in the former Yugoslavia, and spent her childhood in Cyprus and Egypt before eventually immigrating to the United States in 1997. Her writing has been published in The New Yorker, The Atlantic, Harper’s, Zoetrope: All-Story, The New York Times, and The Guardian, and has been anthologized in The Best American Short Stories and The Best American Non-Required Reading. Her first novel, The Tiger’s Wife (Weidenfeld & Nicholson) was published in 2010. She has been named by The New Yorker as one of the twenty best American fiction writers under forty and included in the National Book Foundation’s list of 5 Under 35. Téa Obreht lives in Ithaca, New York.