I don't know what overcame me this weekend. I spent, sadly, the majority of the day sitting in my bed yesterday working on my blogs and having a grand ole time. A friend of mine, Lisa, who I met as a wrangler, sent me a link to a writing contest. Hell, why not? Except that the theme is "Invisible Writing", wow. I write, but do I want it to be invisible? I spent the afternoon thinking about how I would write the essay for that contest. I'm still mulling it over - I've been an Invisible Writer for a long time. My whole life I've been a writer, sometimes my writing brain causes me problems. I can't just see a trash bag alongside the road - nnnooooooo - in my brain there's always a dead body or body part in it. I often see things that aren't really there. Example, when Jay and I were in Moab there was a tall dead something-or-other on the side of the trail. When I saw it, I would have sworn that it was a small Bobcat (the farm equipment, not the animal). It wasn't until we were practically on top of it and the angle changed that I realized it was a dead tree of some sort.
But I digress, I have been an Invisible Writer. Do I want to be? Hell, no! I think that revelation lead, in part, to today's events. I hopped on Blogger just like I do every morning and what's sitting there but a an announcement about a writing contest. Why not? I read the requirements, set up a new blog for Lyon's Roar (http://gundiva-lyonsroar.blogspot.com/), dusted off a piece I haven't handled in a long time, and submitted it. When I was done with that, another post came up with another writing contest, this time a non-fiction animal essay. Again, why not? I've already got my Tales from the Trail (http://gundiva-talesfromthetrail.blogspot.com/) up and running. Why not submit one of those posts?
I won't ever be a Visible Writer if I don't put my work out there for people other than my friends and family to see. I've got to tell you, it's terrifying. And exhilarating.