I was fortunate to have had some really great writing teachers in high school. I went to Interlochen Arts Academy as a violinist during my junior and senior years in high school and my teachers were actual writers, many of whom taught writing to the creative writing majors. I learned a ton from them and it served me well as a music major writing papers and presentations through college and graduate school.
I think I’m a decent writer but about five or six years ago when this blog began to take off and and people started to actually read it and I was asked to write elsewhere I found myself spending more and more time thinking about what I’d write and how I’d write it. I had a blast working with brands like Disney, Clorox, and Red Robin (love you guys!) to name a just a few, but seriously, most of the time I wasn’t saying anything useful.
I was really interested in social media and how it was influencing marketing and business but I’d stayed home for a number of years having babies so it surprised me when I was able to turn my blogging persona into a platform to build a business helping other small businesses understand and use social media. I was all about empowering the small business owner because I knew I could help them. Then suddenly I was in a position to be able to choose my work and I chose to work in my major area of interest: the arts.
I used to really enjoy writing but the more I worked the less I wrote. For the most part I just didn’t have time anymore but the reality is that I had become paranoid about clicking the stupid “publish” button. I was riddled (still am) with self-doubt and paralyzed by “perfectionism” (still am). So, where before I could just spit out everything I thought about pretty much anything, I suddenly couldn’t get the words to come out. They were there and they often ran through my head in blog post form but they stayed in my head and never made it onto the page.
I’ve been constipated. It is a horrible feeling having all of this pent up stuff that just won’t come out. Recently though, I’ve come to the realization that constipation is the enemy of personal growth and that if I am to overcome this paranoia I’m going to have to just suck it up and get over myself.
So, last week when a friend of mine who writes the popular blog, AllisYar, here in Los Angeles, encouraged me to write a classical music review on his site I accepted right away. Truth be told, I may have had a glass of wine in me when the offer came via Facebook chat but I’m glad for the liquid courage because it was a blast!
OK, writing the review was hard because as we have already established, I am a paranoid scaredy cat who writes very long run-on sentences and I also had a ton of work and family stuff going on. Attending the concert as a “critic” was a blast because I was “on” during the whole concert and in writing the review I was able to draw on an education and experience that has shaped who I am. Who am I? I am an advocate for the arts and arts education. I am a musician and I am a writer and the only way that I will continue to grow as a writer is to do exactly what I do as a musician and that is to practice! So thats what I’m going to do. Go me!
Want to read my review of the Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra’s season opener featuring Benjamin Beilman? I’m actually sorta scared/proud to share… click HERE!
Thanks to CK Dexter Haven at AllisYar for encouraging me to do this AND for so generously sharing the artsy-fartsy side of Los Angeles with me!