I am a writer. Plain and simple. It is more than my title, but less than my sum. Writing is my hobby, my passion, my job. It is what I do at work and what I do on my days off. I can’t say it absorbs every one of my waking thoughts, but it comes close. When I am not writing I am thinking about writing. When I am not thinking about writing I am gathering more to write about.
I am not quite sure where this writing bug came from. Maybe it comes from my desire to keep everything. To collect and document. Even as a young child I wanted to keep every memory. I wanted my mind to record every moment so that I could look back on it from every possible angle. What did they mean when they said that? What caused that color? What kind of flower was that? What kind of bird? I was full of so many questions that needed answers, but my brain refused to hold the questions long enough for me to find them. That is why I first started writing; to keep the questions and find the answers.
Now I write every day. I share my stories, my experiences in life and make up new stories. I pour my heart and soul out onto the page, until I am left empty. Now what? How can you continue empty? You can’t. That is where music comes in.
I was not raised in a musical family. My grandmother thought music was evil, so when she was around none was allowed. My mother tried to bring music in, but she had many other, more important things on her mind. Until I was old enough to drive on my own I had never listened to the radio. I can’t say that music changed my life, but I learned to appreciate it. However it was not until one turning point in my life that it really made a difference.
It was a hard time in my life. I was a teen, about to go away to college and out into the real world for the first time in my life. Senior year. My parents split up. That was the first blow. Then a couple of months later my mom got into a bad car accident. She was in the hospital for months. I was suddenly in charge of everything. The house, the bills, my little brother who was ten at the time, and even my grandmother who tried to help out.
I juggled all of that plus a part time job and school, trying to make it all hang together. I sat with my mom at the hospital every day, helped my brother with his homework and tried to comfort him, and then tried to do my own homework. Overwhelmed, I robotically made it through day after day.
The only release I got I found in music. There was a song that was popular at the time that said everything I was feeling. It railed against the selfishness of people, the injustice, the desperate love that though trampled and abused remained alive. As I drove home from the hospital I sang along to that song as loud as I could. It made me feel better. It made me feel like I could tell everyone what I wanted to, like I could speak up for myself and not just put my head down and continue to slog forward. It made me feel like a person again. Even to this day I still tear up when I hear that song. Not because of the song, but because of the time of my life that it represents.
Every song I hear represents something to me. That is why it works so powerfully with my writing. Music is my inspiration and helps me to take what is in my mind and get it out on paper.
Ken Myers is the founder of Long Horn Leads & has learned over the years the importance of focusing on what the customer is looking for and literally serving it to them. He doesn’t try to create a need, instead he tries to satisfy the existing demand for information on products and services.