I have a creative itch in me. I’ve probably always had it. I remember teaming up with a kid in my first-grade class to churn out stories: I wrote, he illustrated. Each time we got to ten stories, we got to read one to the principal, Mr. Barnickle. (Yes, that’s his real name; yes, that was somehow a a prize!) We were prolific and I can pretty much guarantee that Mr. Barnickle hated to see us coming.
This impulse to write started at a young age. As I got older, I confused it with becoming a famous writer. I confused it with getting published. I confused it with being the best. That confusion squashed my creative impulse, because I am none of those things. Therefore, I am not cut out to be a writer.
Here’s the good news: I was wrong. My call to write is the end of the call. I am called to write, so I am writing.
Eugene Peterson put it best in an interview:
“Writing is a vocation; it’s not just a way to get published. I knew from early on that I was a writer. I didn’t know what that meant. … So I don’t think that’s a very good question to ask a writer, “Why do you write?” You write because there’s fire in your bones. You’ve got to do this whether anybody ever reads it or not. If you’re looking for whether you’re going to be published, you’ll probably cheapen what you’re doing.”
If you have fire in your bones, Purpose Writing is for you. Join me.