writer-ing and my writer’s cabin

Since we moved at the beginning of the year, our little shasta trailer has sat empty and abandoned. We stripped her of all of her magic and interiors and left her for dead, basically. It wasn’t personal. We love the trailer and had such good times in there. But upon moving to a newer, much larger old house, we needed every single spare item we could find just to try and keep the bare, freshly painted walls from looking like a hospital.

Recently, the trailer has been calling to me in almost a “field of dreams” kind of way. I see it back there as I wash the dishes, with it’s bold orange stripe, pointing the way once again to whimsey and something new. So a couple of weeks ago, I decided it was time for the trailer to have a rebirth. So many things in our lives are changing and being made new, so I guess it’s only fitting the little trailer follow along with our journey.

So I took a friend’s advice, my husbands belief in me, some precious, inspiring mementos, a warm blanket, and a few dollars and decided to resurrect the dear trailer as my own little writer’s cabin.

I have a writer’s cabin.
because I like to write … sometimes.
I am a writ…. uhhh, I just can’t do it yet.

Anne Lamott says, if you write, you are a writer.
I love AL. I trust her like I would trust a beautiful aunt who I hope to “grow up” to be like in all of her raw, hippie, beautifulness. But I just don’t know how to call myself a writer yet.

I won’t be able to avoid it for long because all the signs are starting to point this way.
Many of my free hours are spent either hand-writing letters or typing out words on a keyboard. Many of the things I type will never be read by anyone but me, but I am writing and feel a bit quickened, a bit more alive, when I do it. I am a member of a writing group. Out of everyone in the group I am pretty sure am the least educated and most inexperienced in the area of writing, but I show up once in awhile, so that’s something. And now I have a little writer’s cabin inside a trailer where my boys aren’t allowed to come in because they manage, in sixty seconds flat, to make it go from smelling like cedar walls and floors to smelling like farts and dirty socks and death.

Don’t worry. No delusions of grandeur here. I’m not working on “my book” or dreaming of finding an agent (whatever that is) or a publisher (whoever they are). I will leave that business to the real writers. I’m just quite content trying to find my way through the world and it’s confections and confusions with words, as well as images and deep thoughts and dark humor.

In my little writer’s cabin, there is a print hanging above the desk my husband made. On it, I typed with the old typewriter, “don’t be afraid.” And that is where I will be writing from. From that place. Because I think the kind of writing I want to do is going to take some fearlessness. And because I don’t really know the rules of writing, it’s going to be sloppy and reckless sometimes. Sometimes, because I’m not afraid, I may even talk about Jesus. Sometimes, because I’m not afraid, I may even say the F word. And sometimes, like my favorite “aunty” Lamott, I may even do both in the same sentence.

so. big deep breath in. and out.
here goes.

I’m a writer.

forgive the low-quality photographs. they were taken on my camera phone.

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keri bryant you ARE a brilliant (might I say kick-ass!) writer, Ash.
From one reader and lover of words, to another. Keep it up. Yes, this is holy ground in this beautiful place.
xoxo
keriNovember 16, 2014 – 1:57 am

Molly good job! xoxoNovember 5, 2014 – 3:07 am

Nathan Gilmer That is such a great writing spot. I love it. And I can’t wait to see what you write.November 4, 2014 – 1:41 pm

jenn stark bravo, wonderful ash. i too am a wri– well, you know. xNovember 4, 2014 – 4:22 am

Bar You ARE a writer. Bravo!!!November 3, 2014 – 7:38 pm

Coco In the translucent sanctuary of a cocoon, catapillars are safe to completely liquify before reconstituting with wings. Nestle in. Come undone. Fly up. Write on!

Shasta! What a space! Looks like a good place to crack open and hear the voice God gave you. Holy ground.November 1, 2014 – 10:28 pm

Josh Hey friend, I love this post and have also been writing a lot lately. A tool I’ve used is 750words.com. It keeps me accountable and writing everyday. Good luck on your journey 🙂November 1, 2014 – 9:37 pm

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