My husband of twenty-five years has always thought of me as a writer (long before I felt confident enough to admit it to myself.) There’s nothing more inspiring than having someone believe in you even more than you do. He has taught me that if you want to be a writer, you have to think of yourself as one.
My youngest son has been creating characters and songs since he was about seven, and at twelve has written a novel which he is on his third draft of editing and revising. It’s not just the fact that he writes with amazing clarity and his writing is hilarious – it’s the fact that he keeps going – writing and revising – adding new characters and scenes – each time making his writing better – writing because he wants to without any expectation of publication. He is a bottomless pit of unique ideas and surprising insights.
My eldest son is mad about sport. His passion and focus for what he loves are a constant inspiration. Less than two months ago he took up fencing and recently competed in his first tournament. He’s not just quick, he’s a thinker – he observes and considers his next move carefully. He made it through 5 x 3 minute bouts and into the next round, and the round after that. It didn’t matter to him or us that he didn’t make the finals. He’d had a fabulous time, doing what he loved doing. He’s never afraid to try new things and face each new challenges head on with courage and commitment.
I’d love to hear about the people who inspire you. Feel free to leave your stories and experiences in the comments section of this post and I’ll look forward to reading and responding to them when I get back from holidays.