Monday, June 30, 2008

Overcoming an Ordinary Life

photo: my ordinary dog at an ordinary park

A happy childhood has spoiled many a promising life. - Robertson Davies

I know I'm a rarity, or at least I think I am. I've lead a very ordinary life. I wasn't abused as a child. I have been married to the same man for almost 25 years (on July 9th). My parents continue to enjoy a long and healthy life. And there are no skeletans in my closet (at least not any I know about). So why in the world did I decide to become a writer? Can a writer make it today without an earth shattering tragedy in their past?

I'm hoping so.

Today is a great day to write about your ordinary life. ~Karen

4 comments:

AES said...

I'm glad that there's someone else that thinks dread and disaster in one's own life isn't completely necessary in order for that person to write. I really think that imagination and the yearn to tell a good story is far more important than the writer's own life.

Karen L. Alaniz said...

So even the ordinary can be made extraordinary with fabulous writing? Yes. I agree completely. Thanks for stopping by. ~Karen

Barbara Martin said...

I love your ordinary dog in the ordinary park photo. It fits.

Besides in everyone's ordinary life there are numerous stories to write about. They're just hidden waiting to be dug out and polished.

Karen L. Alaniz said...

So true, Barbara!