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I Am a Writer

This is Paradise: A momento from a Literary Seminar the author attended in Key West, Florida. <em>Photo by Terry Price</em>

This is Paradise: A momento from a Literary Seminar the author attended in Key West, Florida. Photo by Terry Price


If you ask, I will tell you that I am a writer. Intellectually, I know that I am. I am comfortable saying it now, embracing it. I am a writer. That is part of my essence.

What about from a practical standpoint?

I am learning much from my faith that resonates throughout the rest of my life. Imagine that.

In my faith, I have discovered the necessity to “die” to oneself on a daily basis, maybe even an hourly basis. Some days a minute by minute basis. I must turn away from that which constrains me, that which binds me to this temporal existence in order to transcend, to elevate, to fly.

A glimpse of Tuscany taken by the author on his recent visit to Italy. Photo by Terry Price

A glimpse of Tuscany taken by the author on his recent visit to Italy. Photo by Terry Price

I am discovering that this applies to my creativity as well. I can call myself a Christian but what am I doing this morning other than claiming a name? I can call myself a writer but what am I doing right now that earns that distinction?

I wake up with my mind full of ideas and thoughts wanting to be expressed, needing to be committed to a more permanent form. But I also wake up knowing my responsibilities, the “what must be dones,” that escort me from my bed, through my day, back to my bed, and, on occasion, wake me here and there throughout my nights, to remind me of my failures and to point out the futility of my attempts.

If left to their own devices, they will lull me with promises that I can do better if I just give them more time. If I just make more checklists. If I just…

There is an exquisite balance that must be reached for things must be done. People must be cared for. Houses and lawns must be kept up and maintained. Dogs must be fed and groomed. Babies must be held.

But the responsibilities are never ending and are ever unyielding. When the fact is grasped that one could literally work on responsibilities from sun up to midnight, seven days a week, and never finish, that “things” shall always be left undone or worse, continue to “undo” themselves even as you work, one begins to understand the need for this balance.

And so, at least for this day, I have decided to die to myself, to the pride that says I can do it all, that if it were not for me, my little part of the world could not function. I am deciding for this minute on this day to stretch to find the balance that gives me room to breathe, to transcend, to create. I shall take counsel from the responsibilities and make my decisions rather than being governed by them.

In Murano, Italy. Photo by Terry Price

In Murano, Italy. Photo by Terry Price

This is my commitment for this day. This is how I shall be a more spiritual person for the next few hours. This is how I will claim my life as a writer on this Wednesday.

And tomorrow I shall be required to do it again. And the next day. And if on succession of my remaining days I am successful, I shall have had a most wonderful life.

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About Terry Price (1 Articles)
Terry Price is a Tennessee based writer, writing coach and mentor, having attended The Writer’s Loft creative writing program at Middle Tennessee State University and graduated with his MFA in Writing from Spalding University in Louisville. He has published several short stories, one of which was nominated for the Pushcart Prize, became the program director of The Writer’s Loft and now is a Director Emeritus of, and a mentor with, the program. Terry is currently revising his short story collection for publication and is writing his first novel set in Nashville, with the working title of An Angel’s Share. An excerpt from the novel was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2013. He is an photographer, long distance cyclist, Appalachian Trail section hiker, and sailor. He is an aspiring bon vivant and raconteur, likes bourbon neat but his journal messy and lives on a small farm in Springfield, Tennessee with his family and two dogs and lots of squirrels.

2 Comments on I Am a Writer

  1. Simple, elegant, poignant and true – this essay made me think differently about faith and what it means to me. I love the thought of dying each day (or hour, or minute) for the sake of rebirth, for change, for growth. Lovely – thank you, Terry.

    ~ tomi

  2. You are incredibly kind, Tomi. I appreciate your words and thoughts more than you know. I’m grateful to be published here and even more grateful that words have resonated. We’re all in this together. Always, Terry

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