grumpy
Well-known member
Given the gift of the ability to write brings with it a situation that
oftentimes will place a writer under extreme duress. With that 'gift'
comes another obligation. This is not the first time for me and I
seriously doubt it will be the last.
Writing, for yours truly, is 'fun'. It's an escape from the realities of
this oftentimes harried world we live in. An appreciated mechanism
to relieve stress but, there are times when I've had requests from
very dear friends that elevate my personal stress levels almost
beyond endurance. Such was the case yesterday morning. I become
almost physically ill when these situations arise. Yet....I cannot
refuse them.
"Would you write my Mother's eulogy, Grumpy?"
It's a 'high-honor' to be asked but, it is coupled with far higher
expectations. This isn't "fiction", folks. It's a strong reminder of
reality and I shudder over that responsibility. I cannot turn my
back on this heart-broken request. However, this always takes
a heavy toll on my psyche.
Your thoughts?
Thanks.
oftentimes will place a writer under extreme duress. With that 'gift'
comes another obligation. This is not the first time for me and I
seriously doubt it will be the last.
Writing, for yours truly, is 'fun'. It's an escape from the realities of
this oftentimes harried world we live in. An appreciated mechanism
to relieve stress but, there are times when I've had requests from
very dear friends that elevate my personal stress levels almost
beyond endurance. Such was the case yesterday morning. I become
almost physically ill when these situations arise. Yet....I cannot
refuse them.
"Would you write my Mother's eulogy, Grumpy?"
It's a 'high-honor' to be asked but, it is coupled with far higher
expectations. This isn't "fiction", folks. It's a strong reminder of
reality and I shudder over that responsibility. I cannot turn my
back on this heart-broken request. However, this always takes
a heavy toll on my psyche.
Your thoughts?
Thanks.