Writing Martyrdom


I have become a writing martyr.

A bit of backstory on my newly acquired affliction: I recently moved grudgingly back to Southern California from my personal paradise of Colorado. There really aren’t sufficient words to describe how much I love Colorado and in turn don’t love California.

As a great man once sang, “You can’t always get what you want…”

Life has a funny way of not giving you what you want and then sitting back and watching how you deal with it. Yes, life can sometimes be a total asshole.

Well, I’m not really proud of how I have been dealing with this unwanted upheaval. I’ve shutdown emotionally and I haven’t been a lot of fun to be around. I’ve holed up in mostly seclusion and wallowed.

Until a couple of days ago I hadn’t written one word. I believe(d) and told myself only Colorado inspires me. I can only write while looking out at the whispering pines and majestic mountains with the lulling sound of the river nearby.

For the past three weeks I told myself daily, “I can’t write here!” and I didn’t. The Writing Martyr was born.

Today I came to the conclusion my martyrdom is only hurting me. You, my dear readers, will not miss my writing. You’ll just move on.

The person most affected by my not writing is me. Putting myself in solitary confinement and removing one of the things I truly love doing – writing, has only hurt me.

I miss the feeling of my fingers flying over the keyboard as my thoughts take life. I rarely share my feelings by talking, I’m an introvert to the extreme. The best way to truly know me is to read what I write. Even my fictional short stories, with no basis in reality, tell you how my mind works.

When I start writing a piece, I truly have NO idea where it will end up. I love the feeling of not knowing who’s in control – my mind or my rapidly typing fingers that seem to work faster than my mind. Who’s controlling them, if not my mind?

I know for the last three weeks of my Writing Martyrdom I’ve been controlling them. Willing them into not typing, even when thoughts would pop up demanding to be noticed. My “I can’t write here” turned into “I won’t write here”. And I stubbornly didn’t.

Why I would punish myself is another issue entirely.  We can delve into that aspect of my nuttiness another day. For today, I just want to scrape off my martyrdom and write. To no longer withhold something I love from myself for unexplainable reasons.

Today I write because it’s what I love to do.

About Jody

Jody is a graphic designer, doodler, reader, lover of dogs and the Los Angeles Dodgers. She runs a popular print on demand site The Whimsy Doodle Shop and can usually be found doodling new design ideas on scraps of paper. Jody lives in LA with her husband and two rambunctious dachshunds.
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11 Responses to Writing Martyrdom

  1. Pepper Aarvold says:

    It’s good to see you writing again. One step at a time. Love U Bama

    Sent from my iPad


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  2. Anonymous says:

    Your readers have not “moved on”. We are just giving you some time to settle into the new life. I’m sure I speak for many when I say welcome back! Can’t wait read to more 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Steven Baird says:

    Yes, welcome back. Write, write, write! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Monika says:

    Yes, we do miss your writing! From one introvert to another…

    Liked by 1 person

  5. greg Shipman says:

    Here’s what I say… You can take the writer out of Colorado but you can’t take Colorado out of the writer… you are a force not to be diminished so climb down from that cross and do what you do so well… I write to the tune of Baltimore though I’ve been in Alaska for fourteen years… my pen is still dripping the ink of those inside streets…

    So let it be written, Jody… so let it be done!

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  6. Perk Burnett says:

    Afternoon Jody. Hopefully Chris moved back with you. Why did you leave Colorado? With much love your own super dad. Perk Burnett

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