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Coming of Age Creative Nonfiction Inspirational

I’m here because of a swift kick in the spiritual rear. I didn’t consciously set a 2020 goal to become a writer, but here I am, typing word after word, telling myself I have to submit a submission in this writing contest by midnight tonight to become a professional writer. I think my rationale thinks that if people read this, and there is a chance for publication, I’ve met the major requisites for going textually pro. I’m not sure I 100% agree with this logic, but at the same time I don’t really feel like it’s my decision to make. So, I’m going to tell this story, meet this deadline, and go from there. Here’s the deal…

A dream to write has lay not-so dormant in my psyche for most of my life. Dormant because I’ve not done much with it, but not-so dormant as it resurfaces with the fervency of a suppressed sea monkey time and time again. Something to dream about and fear at the same time, I’d see it, acknowledge it, and then utterly obliterate it with a vacillating totter between thinking it a dream to good to be true, or with grandiose certainty that I would write the next best-selling novel. This nothing less or nothing at all approach made obsolete my potential to take any reasonable step towards realizing my dream. I know what it takes to get many a job done - I have become well versed in life bringing many a dream to come true - but how to do this one, this dream worth too much, alluded me up until now, 3 hours before the New Year bell tolls.

Steven Pressfield would label this self-imploding blockage “Resistance” - the ego’s preferred weapon of mass destruction. Residing a little too close for comfort to the soul, my ego wants nothing to do with dreams growing in reality, and instead favors the fantasy land where all his dreams come true and mine get mired with distraction and uncertainty. At first, I thought his talk was the source of my motivation, as the thought of writing a best seller fueled my heart with emphatic delight. This is how I think the not-so dormant suppression mechanism came to be. I would be content living my daily life of planning, organizing, teaching, and mothering everyone around, until my soul felt suffocated and would relay its kismet, writing desire as an SOS of inspiration. It would rise to the surface, and in response I would write an insightful poem, a perfectly navigated letter, or a covertly wise short story, all while feeling I hadn’t been the one writing at all. As I would sit and ponder the words on the page, before even having the chance to rest in the work’s beauty, my ego would grasp the heads of my thoughts, adorn them in superfluous fanfare, and send them back on their way to my consciousness. The ego knows of my no-fear, headfirst approach to life, so he knew I would soak up these flashy, addicting lines such as…

“You’re brilliant!”

“You don’t need to work as a writer!”

“You’re too talented to do anything other than write a best seller!”

“Skip the work of working and just dream all day of what happens when you make it BIGGGG!”

…like a child knowing no better.

And this has been, up until this point really, my internal war, the vicious see-saw tipping back and forth between my souls’ spittled blazes and the ego’s false fanning… a fire that grows so fast it burns out quicker than it starts. It’s exhausting to follow the highs and lows of such a wild ride, but I’ve willingly hopped on every time an inspiration surfaced, now realizing the ego knew all along, this was (and still is) the carrot I would (and still will) forever follow.

Part of me does believe ego’s manipulation as reason for my creative immobility: nipping my small moves in the bud with overwhelming fantasy makes some sense, and I can see Pressfield’s plea to be conceivably true. But sometimes I wonder if what feels like procrastination or denial has more to do with time. Like, maybe it wasn’t time, until now, to start using my voice this way. Maybe it wasn’t time, until now, for people to want to hear my voice anyway? Time has always been my partner in accountability, but only when controlled by me via TTD lists and self-imposed deadlines and organized planners.  I’ve somehow managed to create a fascinating, adventurous life within the framework of practical time management, and up until recently I’ve been giving my time management skills all the credit for my accomplishments. But as life continues (ie. read as: I got married, had kids, am maturing, ie. read as: I now recognize other players in life creating their own vibrant realities in ways that happen to be as effective - if not moreso - than my own), I’m starting to question all the control I thought I once had; in particular, to the timing of events in my life. My concept of time is starting to take a curvy turn away from the strict, right-angled function I so revered until now. Time is starting to feel not so linear, and instead more expansive and buoyant: greater than my small self but one that includes me in its bigger picture. I’ve been having this vision lately, an image of myself sitting in the center of a big round clock in the sky. Unlike a regular clock, the hands are not straight lines drawn from me to the tick-tocking of time passing, but are instead fluid tickertapes, where the beginnings are anchored in my soul and the ends are seized wistfully by the planets. And they all swirl around me in their own personal styles, as if I’m the maypole and they different players in my community’s seasonal get togethers. And what’s interesting is that I’ve looked at my stars, more recently in fact and it seems as though these players have all gathered ‘round my maypole to manifest their own victories via my actions. Mars steams through my house of creativity with a take-no-prisoners attitude, while aimed for the betterment of all. Mercury swims assuredly in a sea of concepts, scooping out the ones she feels must be brought to light. And Saturn sits as taskmaster in my house of careers, declaring with blatancy, “You’re a good writer, you just need to write.” And the whole thing, the entire show, is run by Jupiter, imbuing the arena with the purest of her luck, and smiling through it all.

So here I sit, a garbled blend of recovering ego addict and humble babe, centered in the celestial womb of time, typing on my computer words for all the world to see. Maybe this shift from ego-centric to geo-centric was all that was needed to kindle a sustainable flame from the soul? Or maybe my ego is in cahoots with the universe; a madman proxy sent to help the stars live out their wishes through my soul; poking and prodding, just enough and in just the right way, so I’m incited to act only when it’s meant to be, and only in perfect timing.

Speaking of timing, there’s only an hour left before the clock strikes 12, and I’m going to make it; I’m submitting this story about “scrambling to finish a goal in the last few hours of the new year”. To be ruefully honest, I wouldn’t label this experience as a scramble, but moreso a divine procrastination. Between the ego’s manipulations and my map of the stars, I have landed here without rush, finally ready and willing to do my soul’s bidding. It’s time for us to ring out 2020, and bring in 2021 with her universal desire leading the way. 

January 01, 2021 23:50

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Andrea Kepple
19:00 Jan 09, 2021

I like your story and now you interpreted the prompt. I did have to reread "I'm not sure I 100% agree..." a few times which pulled me out of your story. I think it is how similar "I" and "1" look that my brain needed to verify what I thought I had read. I also found the length of the longer paragraphs to be visually intimidating. This is especially true for the third one from the bottom. When my screen filled up with so much black my brain groaned which again took me out of the story. This is easily fixed by just breaking the paragraphs ...

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Elaine Entenza
15:56 Jan 15, 2021

Thank you for your feedback! I'm new to this online short story submission thing, and your point about long paragraphs is not something I thought to consider. But I will do in the future! I appreciate you taking the time to reply and I'm glad you enjoyed the story.

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Zorana Lorden
21:58 Jan 07, 2021

Hi! I got assigned to read your work through the critique circle, and I'm glad I did, because I love it! I really love the meta premise here and you pulled it off really well! Your writing is filled with incredible metaphors and word play. I also can certainly empathize with the character here. If I had one constructive note, it would be to try varying sentence length a bit more, but also, for this story I think the long sentences work well! Also, a tiny thing I noticed is that you may have said alluded when you meant eluded. Tiny mist...

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Elaine Entenza
15:51 Jan 15, 2021

Thank you so much for your feedback; I really appreciate the more detailed constructive criticism. In particular the 'eluded' mistake.... I wouldn't have picked up on that myself even after a million self-edits. Thank you again for both taking the time to read and responding so thoroughly! <3

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Elaine Entenza
15:51 Jan 15, 2021

Thank you so much for your feedback; I really appreciate the more detailed constructive criticism. In particular the 'eluded' mistake.... I wouldn't have picked up on that myself even after a million self-edits. :) Thank you again for both taking the time to read and responding so thoroughly!

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Yolanda Wu
00:27 Jan 03, 2021

Wow, I loved this! It was so real and relatable and all your little descriptions were really unique - you really know how you play around with words. My favourite one is probably when you're talking about the planets, "Mars steams through my house of creativity with a take-no-prisoners attitude, while aimed for the betterment of all. Mercury swims assuredly in a sea of concepts, scooping out the ones she feels must be brought to light..." I thought that was so creative. I really enjoyed reading this, Elaine! Amazing work, and keep writing. :)

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Elaine Entenza
19:49 Jan 04, 2021

Thank you so much for your comment! I really appreciate your feedback :) And I am sitting down now to delve into one of your stories! :)

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