Sandy Supposes....

Dancing? Moi?

July 3rd... Motivational Monday! Humour writer Dave Barry, born on this day in 1947, once said, "Nobody cares if you can't dance well... just get up and dance." When have you gotten up and taken a chance to dance with your writing?

          I'm not much of a dancer. My feet have never agreed on anything. Both want to lead, and neither wishes to follow. As a result of their lack of team work, I'm a klutz. Grace and agility never blessed me. The best I can manage is a stumble.

         With writing, I am still struggling to find my rhythm. Sometimes, the ideas and their words are frenzied, jumbled, uncoordinated. Other times, creativity meanders, sashays, two-steps.

          All of this does not prevent me from dancing. I'll admit I am an amateur. With each piece of composition, I place one reluctant foot in front of the other. My tempo is my own. Not every move is intended for display. I lack razzle-dazzle.

          I suppose, I took a leap of faith when I joined WDC. I've never felt pressure to perform, or conform. If I choose to enter a contest, or contribute to a blog, I do.

         There have been a few newspaper-sponsored short story contests. I believed that nothing ventured, nothing gained. For two years, I delighted in seeing my short stories featured in a local newspaper. I'm not boasting that I received constant high praise, but I did bask in occasional recognition. The odd time, I post some of my writing attempts to Facebook. They elicit humorous comments, and further memories.

         As I write this blog, it's my fingers that dance over the keys. They prefer this tap dancing over a one-handed shuffle with a stiff pen.