It is said that everyone has some kind of talent. Some people can sing or play an instrument; others have athletic prowess; still others have the ability to take a few random ingredients and create a four-course gourmet meal. I’ve been told I have certain talents (whether I believe that or not is inconsequential at this moment). Many of those talented people have spent time developing and perfecting those abilities.
A couple of hobbies I enjoy are writing for my blog and baking. I’m no expert at either, and I wish I were better at them. As far as writing, I do have this blog for which I upload a post weekly. I do a decent job writing what I feel, mixing in a little bit of research, humor and/or some foul language. I’ve looked up writing prompts online to attempt to find some inspiration. Unfortunately, some of those creative writing ideas I can’t seem to follow through on. I think of known authors, like Stephen King or Charles Dickens or the myriad of others, and I for the life of me can’t seem to imagine myself being descriptive like them, or be able to develop a plot worth a damn. Lack of practice? Maybe. Fear of rejection/failure? Highly probable. Not wanting to sound stupid? Definitely. Granted, great authors and restauranteurs have their failures. Gordon Ramsay, for example, took years to perfect his Beef Wellington recipe and has had several restaurants fail and close. J. K. Rowling was rejected by several publishers before gaining success with the Harry Potter franchise. Hell, even George Lucas was rejected by nearly every studio to whom he presented Star Wars back in the 1970s.
We are our own worst critics, aren’t we? I know I sure am.
Anyway, back to the writing part of me. As I mentioned, I do okay for my little blog and its faithful few readers. There have been suggestions for me to send some of these blurbs to a publisher. I hesitate, since I feel I would be humiliated. A few years ago, my daughter started writing something for a class in school, and afterward kept going and developing the story. Eventually, she sent a sample to a publisher and they liked what they read. Unfortunately, we didn’t have the $600 at the time to get her started. Presently, she thinks the story that her early-teenage-self wrote is rather cheesy and silly. Be that as it may, she definitely has an imaginative mind.
Another hobby I enjoy is baking. Baking cookies, cupcakes, cheesecake, and decorating layer cakes. I have looked up videos on how to frost cakes, and I’ve practiced. Judging by pictures I post, I think I’m improving, however slightly. No, my cakes are never picture-perfect. They’re nothing you would find at Carlo’s Bakery (“Cake Boss”) or Charm City Cakes (“Ace of Cakes”), but they’re my imperfect little creations. Honestly, I originally started baking because I got sick and tired of shelling out $20-$30 for a birthday cake, four or five times a year. I have made things and taken them to my coworkers, as a little treat occasionally. Unfortunately, I can’t really practice these things that much, since I don’t really know anyone (or live relatively close to anyone that I know) to give stuff to—kinda the “guinea pig” thing🤭.
I’ll go look for recipes online and try them out. Not just for baked goods, but things like meatloaf, pasta Alfredo, lasagna, and others. When I have the ambition and energy, I like to attempt these things. I’m no chef—I can’t take random ingredients and make a delicious meal, like you see on TV cooking competitions. My job is a line cook. I can follow a recipe, but I would not be able to write my own from nothing.
Here I am, approaching 48 years old, and I’m wishing I had gotten into these things like a quarter-century ago. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20 (unlike my 20/200 vision🤣).
Am I talented in other ways? I honestly have no clue. I have a face for radio and a voice for silent movies. I can’t sing for the life of me; I’m no dancer. If I say anything humorous, it’s probably something I heard from someone else. Sports are also not my thing. I’m such a homebody that I have no desire to go swimming, hunting or camping. That would explain why my skin is so damned white! If I took my shirt off in the sun, you’d probably go blind from the reflection and/or vomit at the sight of my huge out-of-shape gut. Did I ever mention I tend to put myself down a great deal, and that I’m my own worst enemy🤔?
I don’t know if it’s a talent or an OCD curse, but have a keen eye for misspellings. I’ve corrected several Facebook posts for major news outlets that had a typo in their reports. Does that make me a grammar Nazi? A couple of typos that make me cringe the most are the your/you’re error, as well as when people misuse breath/breathe. Most of the time, I turn a blind eye out of politeness, but I’m screaming internally.
Even with my lack of polish in writing, I don’t intend on stopping what I’m doing currently. If I get noticed for my blog, that’s awesome. If not, at least there are a few who read what I write. As far as consulting a publisher, I wouldn’t rule it out in the future; that is, if I could ever write something someone would pay to read🤷♂️.
What about you? Is there a talent you have, or that you’d like to develop further? Leave a comment! Could you do me another favor? If you like what you read from me, would you share this with people you think would enjoy this as well? Who knows? Maybe this will grow into something. Until next week’s installment, be safe and be well.