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Where Does Your Talent Come From?

1/13/2015

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This is an interesting question because everyone has talent.  You may not know it but it's true.  Does It really come down to ambition or 
the fixation to work on your gift.  

For example, why do some people become successful singers when other talented people with beautiful voices give up on that career
and seek out another. I suppose , however, you need money to survive and pay the rent. How much do you want to sacrifice, how far do you want to go, which is part of it too.  So Is it luck or just raw talent? 

I know a well known pastry chief  whose mother years ago complained to my mother that all her daughter wanted to do was bake.  She was worried about her future. How was she going to make a living? All her products now have been in supermarkets across Canada in the last decade. Her mother had worried for nothing. 

 An old childhood neighbour of mine is a successful artist in New York City.  I remember many years ago being at a girl's tea party and everyone was complaining that there were no women in the government.  One girl piped up and said quite seriously that  the President of the United States had a secretary. We all laughed and laughter is good karma.  Anyway just a few years later that young woman  started a successful business and the last time I heard was living in one of the wealthiest areas in the city.  See we all have talent if we know what it is.  

So use your talent or find out what it is or what  you're good at and you will be surprised where it will take you. I have been writing most of my life and I finally got a publishing deal. But it took a long time until I got comfortable with my stories and found my formula. We shall see what happens when my book debut is released. In the meantime I am crossing my fingers.
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The Addiction of Writing

1/5/2015

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Once I took a writing course at The Toronto School of Adult Education. The first day the class was full but as the weeks went by, the class got fewer and fewer. But that was before the relatively young woman with fancy boots and hair with a figure for clothes; answered the teacher's question everyone thought about but dared not to answer that way. "I want to write to make lots of money." That answer intrigued me but sadly I went on vacation the next week and in that one missed week, she too had dropped out. I wanted to read one of her stories to find out if she truly had talent. Now I will probably never know. But most likely than not, she never made the money she wanted to at writing ( that's if she tried at all.) 

Then there was the teachers favourite, a very nice guy who was a paramedic. That was because every story he wrote, was about a paramedic saving lives. Isn't that what they say about writing, write what you know? My writings got shorter and shorter because I was a wallflower in that class. I was ignored really, my homework assignments not worthy of his interest. But I had him pegged, the teacher that is. His homework assignments were  photos that he'd taken and we were to make a story about them every week. They however were very outdated, almost ten years or so. This meant that his heart wasn't really into it and it was just for him to do something on a Wednesday night. He was an odd fellow who never looked you straight in the face.

Nevertheless, I stayed in his class until the last day which ended up to be only six of us. One diehard student was a woman almost in her nineties who would take a bus every Wednesday night to get there, even in rain or snow. Now that is true dedication. Her writing was excellent given that English had been her second language. She was from Holland who came to Canada some time after the war. Now back to his favourite, the paramedic. The teacher on the last day had gushed about him—saying how he had great talent much to our chagrin. What were we, chopped liver?  Needless to say at the end of the class the paramedic and I began talking and he was saying how embarrassed he was that the teacher was gushing praise about him. "I can't even get past the first page!" he said. 
I wanted to tell him to write something else instead of the same thing and to go past the first page but atlas I was not an instructor. We said our goodbyes not knowing what we gained from creative writing 101.
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    Residing in Toronto, ON. I love to write, travel with my husband, worry about my kids, and befriend the dogs in my neighborhood. I have a passion for all things romance and fiction - and I am excited for my new book release. Thank you for stopping by my blog!

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