I don’t know about you, but this time of year I start thinking about NEXT year – next school year, anyway.
My kids – ages nine and twelve – are in the last quarter of the school year, and there’s talk of getting ready for the next grade (In our cases, fourth and seventh, FYI). And every year around this time, it hits me.
My kids are growing up.
I look back at assignments they did at the beginning of the school year and am amazed at their progress. I look back at their fall school pictures and gasp at how much they’ve changed in even just the past several months. I think of discussions we had in September and compare them with ones from last week. Did someone take my kids and give me young adults.
And the more I think about it, the more I realize my writing is “growing up” too. At least, I hope it is. It’s maturing–dropping those adjectives and adverbs and adding the strong verbs instead. Deepening point of view.
I’m learning from my past mistakes–catching those words I use too often and finding better ones. Making my hints and backstory more subtle. Showing more than telling.
And, yes, I’m driving myself (and those around me) bananas in whole new ways – taking on more projects. Finding new ways to get my thoughts down when I should be doing other things (ummm – like driving?). Yapping away about my favorite character or newest story idea to folks who couldn’t care less.
And through this process, at least I hope, I’m turning more and more into the writer–and child of God–the Lord wants me to be.
How about you? In what ways have you seen your own growth as a writer?