Hi friends! It’s been a while since I’ve been around here. For lots of reasons like we’ve been celebrating my birthday, a dear friend’s birthday, going on adventures like ice skating in a mountain town and racing go karts. WordPress itself has been annoying lately not letting me add photos to my posts for some reason. Truthfully, I know it’s human error, but if I can’t fix it with three google searches, it stays broken. The glitch seems to have righted itself, mercifully.
And the last and most important reason is because I’ve been writing up a storm. Poetry, prose, novels, short stories all pouring from me like I FINALLY found the exact place to tap the maple of my creativity. I read Liz Gilbert’s Big Magic which inspired me to snip out the parts of creating that I find monotonous and tedious like when ideas no longer stream from my fingertips or when my imposter syndrome gets the best of me. Gilbert answered my burning questions about creating, solving a decades long question I sent into the unresponsive ether over and over. One of the most freeing things she writes about is that we cannot control the outcome of what we create. After I create it, it’s in the world for others to interpret and mold to their purposes. I must relinquish control of the outcome. I’ve written some pretty solid pieces, others are laughably bad. But the whole point is to create. And not in a tragic author battling their inner demons to get the story out kind of way, you know?
With that in mind, the book primed me for receiving and interpreting ideas from the collective consciousness out of which a new story idea was born. I don’t remember when the idea came to me, but it’s since ignited like a flame and has seen me write almost 20,000 words of new fiction. It’s about a woman who finds a postcard in a vintage store in NYC that was written by her dead mother. Her find causes her to track down her mother’s secrets, both comforting and nauseating, leading to a discovery that will change her whole life and the lives of the ones she holds closest. It’s a slow process, but I believe in it. I can’t control the outcome, so I might as well continue to create.
Who’s with me? 🙂
3 thoughts on “I’m Writing a New Book”
Yahoo! Good luck with the new book. 🙂
Thank you so much! It’s been such a thrilling process. Thanks for reading, friend!
You’re very welcome. 🙂