I woke up this morning to one of the most beloved days in a school teacher’s life.
I live in a section of the country that is now encased in ice, although we are supposed to warm up today and drips are cascading off the roof outside my window as I type. I live for days like this. I’ve been granted an unexpected day in which to completely focus on my writing. As I get ready to work on my next novel I am pondering whether or not to stay immersed in the characters I’ve created in Inheritance of Truth or to venture away from Liv and Ridge for a while to explore new personalities. I do believe I am leaning toward the latter… as a good friend reminded me this morning, writing comes to us in its own time. It cannot be rushed. So true… yet I think I hear inspiration knocking and it often doesn’t wait long.
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
– Chinese philosopher Laozi
Just like a good story, my journey on this road began with an incident for which I was no where near prepared. In January of 2010 I received a letter. The letter was from my sister (whom I had never met) and was written to inform me that my birth mother had passed away just a month prior.
I never met my birth mother. We had been corresponding since she first made contact with me in 2002, and as I read that letter over and over again, I realized that I would never get that opportunity. I would never be able to tell her in person how grateful I was that she chose to put me up for adoption all those years ago. I took for granted the opportunity I was given. Instead, out of fear of the unknown, I missed out on getting to know the one person who held my history in her hands.
I grieved after receiving that letter. Sadness enveloped me as I thought of my young half-siblings who had been left behind by her untimely passing. But even more than that, I grieved for lost opportunity. Time waits for no one, after all. I began writing seriously that same month.
I have always been a writer. In middle and high school I would pass snippets of storyline along to my best friend who would add to the story and pass them back. I can’t tell you how many little plot twists and turns we went through in those adolescent fantasies of ours, but I am sure they helped hone my story writing ability greatly. I will always be grateful to her for indulging me and keeping the story going.
Once I came back to the craft in 2010, it was as if I’d never been away. There is a sense of peace, calm, that emanates from creation of the written word. Creating lives on the page gives me a sense of fulfillment that I refuse to let pass. Am I afraid that this dream of mine won’t work out? Of course I am to some extent. But fear of the unknown is no reason to stop walking. In this case, it may just be the best reason to buckle down and journey on.
I’ve got to admit it will take me a little while to lean into this curve that WordPress is throwing at me. My goal with this blog is to document my journey from relative nobody to published author. If nothing else, it will provide me a wonderful memory book for future me! Feel free to post!