My Writing Legacy

Picture taken by Preston Plagmann

There has always been a part of me that knew my legacy involved writing. From my first books I ever wrote (an alphabet book we did in second grade, and my time traveling book in fourth grade), to my most recent masterpiece about angels and demons, my conviction has never changed. It has always been right there, that need and desire to write for the rest of my life.

Sure, there have been times when I didn't write anything for a year or more, or times where I felt like I wasn't good enough to be a writer. There are still times when I question what I am meant to write. But always, when these times come, I suddenly get amazing ideas and just take off, proving all those doubts wrong. Writing, much like life, is an adventure. You never know where you're going to end up, but that doesn't really matter, it's the journey that counts.

So, it came as no surprise when I signed up to take creative writing classes at school as a creative writing emphasis. What was surprising was when I accidentally signed up to take creative non-fiction writing not once, but twice!

The first time I just shrugged. After all, it couldn't hurt to learn about writing about real life stories and adventures in a creative way. When it happened the second time, however, I wondered if there was a reason. Something on the cosmic scale. Something like God was trying to tell me that my future lie not in writing fiction, but in writing non-fiction.

This was funny to me, because growing up I never read non-fiction unless I had to for school. My favorite books to read included Nancy Drew, Eragon, Alanna the First Adventure, Hunger Games, Divergent, and The Sword of Shannara. They didn't include A Room of One's Own, The Diary of Anne Frank and whatever other semi-famous non-fiction books there might be out there. (See? I couldn't even think of any good ones, I had to google the first one I mentioned, and the second one was thanks to Katie!) They just didn't call to me.

However, in light of my newest project, maybe God wasn't wrong. (He never is, I'm just stubborn.) 

What is this new project, you ask?  Something similar to a memoir of things that I have learned and experienced.

I will be unveiling it little by little over the next few months. I'm still in the beginning stages (meaning, I haven't even started writing it yet, I just know what I want to write and share with the world), but I'm hoping to unveil the first part in the next few weeks! I will be requiring lots of help from my family and friends as I begin this project, so if you are interested in hearing more and you wouldn't mind reading what I write before it's completely polished (much like this post), email me at clarissaplagmann@gmail.com and I will email you back with details.

I love you all, and I hope your Sunday is going well for you! Happy Sunday!

Clarissa Enos Plagmann

PS: Know how I know I'm getting excited about this project? It simultaneously excites and terrifies me! I'm beginning to feel that fight or flight sensation! (And I haven't even shared my idea with anyone outside my immediate family, yet.) Usually, I would run, but this time I'm going to stay and write what I need to write!