My favorite author sat down every morning to write before the world would awaken and bring with it the duties that made her life vastly different than yours or mine.
She wrote through sicknesses brought by the harsh Canadians winters, sometimes having to sit on her frozen toes to warm them up.
She wrote diligently, in times of grief and desperation, the same as she did on happy and hopeful days.
She beat all odds working against her; she was a woman, from a small town on a secluded island.
She went to become one of the first if not the first Canadian woman to make a living with her words.
She succeeded, in her life time, in doing something many of us writers, fail to do. And she did it all without having the luxury of internet, computers, even without typewriters in her early years.
Whenever I get discouraged I think of her. I have no excuses really.
She was a freelancer about 100 years before the word actually existed. Before she wrote her famous work of fiction “Anne of Green Gables”, she sent out stories written by hand to magazines and managed to make a stable and comfortable income.
At the time of her death she had written 22 books.
I read today that Netflix will debut a “Anne of Green Gables” series this summer.
Lucy sat down in 1905 and wrote the first words to the book that this same series is based on.
More than 100 years have passed since the idea for her story was formed in her head.
I’m honestly speechless about the whole thing, that’s how remarkable it is to me.
I’ve been struggling lately with my artistic ambitions and I’ve found why.
Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it’s what they bring to the world that really counts.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
I really couldn’t have said it better myself.
Have you ever read Lucy Maud Montgomery’s books?
Do you have an author that inspires you?
Let me know in the comments 🙂