{"id":7393,"date":"2012-11-16T18:48:44","date_gmt":"2012-11-16T23:48:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.irawagler.com\/?p=7393"},"modified":"2012-11-17T18:52:31","modified_gmt":"2012-11-17T23:52:31","slug":"the-writer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.irawagler.com\/?p=7393","title":{"rendered":"The “Writer”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Before we knew that we must die, before we had seen
\nour father\u2019s face, before we had sought the print of
\nhis foot….Who are we, that must follow in the footsteps
\nof the king? Who are we, that had no kings to follow?<\/p>\n

—Thomas Wolfe
\n_______________<\/p>\n

It\u2019s probably that deep-seated Amish reticence inside me. I don\u2019t know. I\u2019ve never thought about it much before, because it hasn\u2019t seemed that important. Except I\u2019ve thought about it a good bit lately. In all the years of posting this blog, writing a book, and just generally throwing out whatever came to mind at the moment, I have never been particularly concerned about proclaiming myself a “writer” out there in public. <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve written a good deal about how the process works for me, sure. And why I write. I\u2019ve called myself a redneck who can write. But that focuses on the redneck part and warns the reader of what my perspectives might be, not so much the writing. Don\u2019t get me wrong, here. I absolutely do not judge those who do identify themselves as writers in public. As in, Ira Wagler, writer. Or Author Ira Wagler. I don’t fault that in any way. Especially for those who depend on their craft for some or all of their income. You\u2019d about have to, then, especially in this wired age of Twitter, Facebook, and who knows what all else I\u2019ve never heard of. You have to build your platform, get your name and your stuff out there in an extremely competitive market. <\/p>\n

But I don\u2019t have to write, to make my living. I don\u2019t. Like my father didn\u2019t before me. He was always out there, knocking around, plunging this way and that, launching business after business. A great many of them fizzled or just flat out failed. Which didn\u2019t faze him one bit. He just plowed right on to the next one. Some few of them succeeded. And one or two of those are all you need. So he didn\u2019t have to write, not for the money. He never had that pressure. <\/p>\n

Of course, he had to write because he had to write, which I understand completely. But I can\u2019t remember that he ever called himself a writer, either. He\u2019d stand there with folded arms and smile when some stranger from some other Amish community asked if he was David Wagler, the famous author. Famous founder of Family Life<\/em>. Famous Budget<\/em> scribe. One or any combination of all of those, the stranger would ask. \u201cOh, I write a bit, here and there,\u201d Dad would say deprecatingly, as the stranger gaped in rapturous awe, overjoyed at the privilege of merely standing in the presence of such a famous man. (I am not making this stuff up. It really happened. I saw it with my own eyes many times.)<\/p>\n

So I probably get a bit of my reticence from him. I don\u2019t know. I\u2019ve never processed it this far before. But still, I\u2019ve always thought to myself. Don\u2019t label yourself a writer. Just write. Your readers will decide if you are one or not. Not necessarily by calling you that, but by reading your stuff. It\u2019s not something to concern yourself about, the label. <\/p>\n

And from that foundation, I suppose, was born my deep natural suspicion of anything \u201cwriterly.\u201d And the very term, \u201cconference,\u201d always brings to my mind a great dull blob of just numbing boredom. Which is what conferences mostly are, from my limited experiences, from what I\u2019ve seen. And a writer\u2019s conference, well, combine what I\u2019ve seen with what I\u2019ve always hesitated to speak, and you have a perfect formula for something to be avoided at all costs. Writer\u2019s conferences. Blech. <\/p>\n

But now I have experienced something along that line. Not a conference. But its baby brother, maybe. And that was the writer\u2019s breakfast arranged by my friend Shawn Smucker<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I had never hung out with a group of writers before, so I had no idea what to expect, and didn\u2019t think about it, much, until the day approached. I nudged Shawn with an email. You\u2019re \u201cinterviewing\u201d me, right? I don\u2019t do well, standing up there and talking on my own. \u201cIt\u2019ll be informal,\u201d Shawn assured me. \u201cIt\u2019s just a loose bunch of local writers, hanging out. I\u2019ll guide you through with questions, and you can branch out any way you like.\u201d Still, I was a little intimidated. I mean, why would people want to hear what I have to say about much of anything? When it comes to pole buildings, I might consider myself an expert, maybe. Fat chance, though, that anyone would ever want to hear that. But on writing? I\u2019ve never studied that subject at all, the hows and whys of it. Never heard any lectures on it either, not since college. <\/p>\n

But still, it would be fun, I figured, to go talk about what happened to me. I arrived at Angela\u2019s Caf\u00e9 just before 9:30. A very cool little place, perfect setting for writers to gather. Kind of artsy, with plenty of room off to the one side where the group was assembling. Shawn greeted me and made a few introductions. Some people were already there, more were coming. We\u2019d hang and socialize for half an hour, then get started. I wandered about, greeting people and signing copies of my book some had brought with them. <\/p>\n

It was a pretty diverse crowd of probably fifteen to twenty people. Shawn and I moved a tall round table to one side and set chairs behind it. And right at ten, Shawn called the group to attention. \u201cToday we have Ira Wagler with us. I have some questions for him, then he will take your questions, too.\u201d And off we went. <\/p>\n

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In that kind of setting, where we\u2019re sitting with questions prompting me, I\u2019m OK. It\u2019s just talking. But when I have to stand behind a podium with a \u201cpresentation,\u201d that\u2019s when I stutter and stammer. Shawn introduced me and got started, talking about my blog. \u201cIra broke every rule of blogging. He posted once a week, and then on Friday nights, yet. The lowest traffic of any week night.\u201d People laughed. And I laughed, too. <\/p>\n

And I just kind of launched in, telling him and all of them the story of how it all came down. How the blog got started, and when. What triggered it. How I found my voice for the first time ever. I\u2019ve written it all before, so I won\u2019t bore you with those details here. And we just chatted right along, from one subject to the next. I strolled freely down little bunny trails, getting bogged down in the brambles sometimes. But I made one thing clear. It was a perfect storm, the way Growing Up Amish<\/em> came about. The perfect combination of all the necessary forces. A rare, rare thing indeed. A big part of that perfect storm happened because I had a \u201chot\u201d marketable story, I said. The Amish. I\u2019d come from them. And I could write it, tell of it. <\/p>\n

I told them of how it came about, the writing of the book itself. In monthly submissions. How I\u2019d worked hard to keep my blog voice. How I try to write like I\u2019m just talking. With a lot of fragments. How I detest exclamation points. How I weeded them out by the dozen, seemed like, from the edited version of the manuscript. Someone had stuck them in there. The writing should be the exclamation point. No need to tell the reader you\u2019re using it. Kind of like you don\u2019t need to tell people you\u2019re a writer, I guess. Same concept. <\/p>\n

And I told of how it was, to work with real, truly professional people. The best in the business, in my opinion. How my Tyndale \u201cteam\u201d took my raw stuff and sifted and refined and fused it into the book you see today. <\/p>\n

But it was when Shawn asked about the next book, the sequel, that I stopped and thought a bit. How could it be explained, where I am?<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know, I said. I\u2019ve never been here before. Right now, I know what needs to be written. I know the story. But I just can\u2019t speak it. Not now. It\u2019s not stuff you can just crank out, that kind of writing. It has to be there, inside, you have to “feel” it out. I think it\u2019s coming. No, I know it\u2019s coming. I just don\u2019t know when. I catch glimpses of slivers of it now and then, out of the corner of my eye. When it shows up, I\u2019ll write it. I don\u2019t think of it as being \u201cstuck.\u201d It\u2019s just not ready, yet, to be told. And yeah, I think sometimes too that maybe I\u2019m just intimidated, trying to match the success of my first effort. It\u2019s all mixed together in one big jumble in my head. <\/p>\n

I\u2019m writing my blog right now, because it\u2019s a safe place, I told them. It\u2019s always been a safe place, the place I can go back home to and be myself. It\u2019s where I\u2019d write if I had a hundred readers. Or ten. Right now, I\u2019m just living. And speaking on my blog. Live. Write. And while you\u2019re living, don\u2019t always be thinking about what you can write when it\u2019s happening to you. Because that will detract from living. Live. The writing of it will come on its own. (Like this blog right here. It\u2019s not what I started out with, but it\u2019s what came. So I wrote it.) I think every writer needs a place like that, a blog to be who you are. It\u2019s the test, I think, of any writer. Would you write anyway, or are you out there so focused on promoting yourself that you forget what it is to write what you live? <\/p>\n

And strangely, my audience didn\u2019t look at me as if I were insane. Not at anything I said. Actually, they looked and listened intently. <\/p>\n

And after Shawn was done, he opened up for questions. They came. Good, thoughtful incisive questions. These people knew my world, when it came to the mysteries of writing. The most startling question, something I had never considered before: \u201cDid working with the Tyndale editors affect the way you write right now?\u201d I had never thought of that. No, I don\u2019t think so, was my first response. But then I thought a bit. Yes. Yes it does affect my writing now. I\u2019m more conscious about using fragments. They edited out a bunch of those from my original manuscript, to make the remaining ones stronger. That\u2019s what they told me. So yes. Except maybe when I\u2019m getting really intense about something, then I revert to my instinctive style. I\u2019d say that\u2019s how it is. Great, great question. <\/p>\n

Soon after eleven, we wrapped it up, and I hung out for another half an hour, chatting. A few people requested my book, so I went out to my truck and fetched a dozen copies. Sold and signed most of them. And then it was over.<\/p>\n

And you know what? It was a lot of fun, hanging out with other writers. It really was. These people are my peers, in various stages of their own journeys. They have struggled and triumphed too, in their own battles with the muse. They understood where I was coming from, what I was saying. I should do it more, I guess, hanging out, I mean. Maybe, I\u2019m thinking, I might even be ready for my first writer\u2019s conference. But then again, maybe not. At least not just yet.
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A few words after the election in a bitterly divided nation. We will have to endure the smirking faces of the destructive Left for four more long weary years. Worse, we\u2019ll all be directly affected by their destructive and abhorrent policies. They won the dogfight. I don\u2019t think there ever was any chance they wouldn\u2019t. (And I’m not defending Romney in any way, here. I spoke my piece against him in my last blog. He lost. He’s a non-factor, now.) <\/p>\n

I\u2019m not a prophet. But this once, I\u2019m going to make like one. We are done. Period. We are finished. I\u2019m not saying it\u2019s imminent. But bad, bad things are coming. The plunderers in this country now outnumber the producers. When that tipping point is passed, you don\u2019t have to be a prophet to see what the future holds. <\/p>\n

There will be no peace. The land will not heal, not with this bunch in power. (As it wouldn’t have with the other bunch, either) And it\u2019s already begun, the thrashing beast of the state in its death throes. It always devours its wealthiest citizens first, through class warfare. It’s happening, and the process will only accelerate. Until the wealthy are consumed, and then the beast will turn to devour the rest of us. This particular scenario has unfolded so many times in history that it\u2019s not even debatable, what’s coming. Those who cannot or will not see this are simply blind. <\/p>\n

It\u2019s kind of humorous to hear the pious braying from the trenches on the Left. The election\u2019s over, and we all need to work together to get something done. Yeah, sure. As if they would have stepped right into line, had Romney won. They would not have. They would have doubled down. So I\u2019m thinking, nah, not so much. With my voice, at least, I will oppose Obama\u2019s domestic policies at every turn. At every point. I know who he is. I know what the Left stands for, when it comes to my personal freedoms here at home. Leave me alone, to live my life. That\u2019s all I want. Just leave me be. <\/p>\n

They won\u2019t, of course, the meddlers who know what\u2019s best for me better than I do. But I\u2019ll dissent until they shut me up. Which may well happen. It\u2019s pretty scary out there, what\u2019s coming. They may shut me up, but they will never enslave my mind. Because my mind is free. It will remain free. About the only bright spot I see ahead is that the great liberty warrior, Ron Paul, will be touring and speaking at college campuses. Brilliant strategy. Take back the youth the statists have ensnared and claimed for generations. Tell them what freedom is. Show them liberty can be theirs, if they refuse to accept the statist lies. It has to take root in the youth, freedom does, to flourish. And I believe it will. <\/p>\n

And in my own small way with my own small voice, I want to do what Ron Paul has done all his adult life. Cry freedom. Cry liberty. Stand and proclaim it. It doesn’t matter, the darkness that surrounds us. Speak the truth, regardless of the times. But speak it with a heart that is free of hatred toward any person. It’s OK to hate the state, which is an entity of real, pure evil. But it’s not OK to hate the people who preach and plant its insidious and destructive seeds that will produce only the bitterest of harvests. Or the people enforcing its tyrannical dictates. Sure, you can stand up to them, call them what they are. In anger, certainly. With righteous rage, too, sometimes. But not with hate. Because it’s never OK to hate people. Ever, for any reason. Period. <\/p>\n

Wherever you are, live free. Because you can, in your mind. And in your heart. <\/p>\n

And so, with good cheer and confidence, we move on into future. Yep. I said good cheer. A funny thing happened at the writer\u2019s breakfast. After my talk, I was chatting with a lovely lady who approached me. We discussed this and that. Suddenly she said, \u201cYou are so relaxed, so cheerful. I\u2019m surprised. Your blog writings are so\u2026\u201d And she paused. But then she said it. \u201cYour blog writings are often so morose.\u201d I laughed. Yeah, I said. That\u2019s just my voice, I guess. The melancholy in me coming out. I get all brooding with my writing. In person, I\u2019m actually quite cheerful. She seemed astounded, but she agreed. <\/p>\n

Through all the black noise and political tensions, it\u2019s a little surreal to realize that Thanksgiving is coming right up. One more year. More turkey, more football. I\u2019m looking forward to it. The Wagler clan will gather in Hutchinson, Kansas. Where Marvin and Rhoda and Lester and Rachel (my sisters and their husbands) and their families live. Last year we gathered in Bloomfield at my nephew John Wagler\u2019s home, and I made it. This year, well, I\u2019ve used up more than my allotted vacation days already, because of the book. Besides, it\u2019s a two day drive out there to Kansas. Too far, for a two day stay. So I\u2019m passing. I\u2019ll hang out at my brother Steve\u2019s house with him and his family. That’s always good times and great food. <\/p>\n

In this time and at this place, I am deeply and humbly grateful to the Lord for all my blessings. <\/p>\n

Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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