You’ve been asking about what my next novel is about. Here’s a little sneak peek;
How do your write about magic when the protagonist doesn’t know anything about it herself?
Well, you just write. You dream it up, because nothing has to make sense. Sense is over-rated and we often forget that.
Sometimes the best existence is just feeling; living in the moment as a big, fat, YES!
Sometimes witches don’t wear black velvet dresses or have long, black hair. No. Sometimes they wear jeans from the church rummage sale and men’s white undershirts.
It’s true. Life without passion isn’t really life at all. It’s not living, and it’s absofreakinglutely no fun.
Some days it’s easier than others to ignore the grey cloud of obligation that follows some folks everywhere they go. When it casts its shadow however on the bright light of those of us who live with passion, it’s less than enchanting.
As a matter of fact, too many consecutive days of this is frustrating beyond belief. It’s life sucking. It’s boring as shit.
It’s the machine against which creative spirits rebel. And in that rebellion, great, wild, deliciously unforgettable adventures are experienced.
In this very present moment, I feel that I need to step out of the shadow and into the light and guess what?….
I am utterly spent, but more than that, I’m fierce. It is within that fierceness that the fire of my passion, my creativity, and my sense of adventure are rooted and nurtured.
If you too find yourself occasionally worn down by the lack of imagination in the world around you, you are in good company here my friend.
Take some advice from me darling; get some rest, feed your desires and find the time and space to let your creativity run wild. I dare you to feel a sin coming on.
…and if it does, I want to hear all about it.
Artists know that inspiration comes in waves; sometimes in the gentle, steady rhythm of a lake waking up to the sunrise, and other times overwhelming, crashing into you like the Pacific coast tide.
The thing about inspiration is it’s only as good as how far you can carry it. After all, we can only balance so much. The mundane tasks of everydayness often take up both hands.
In her book, Big Magic, Elizabeth Gilbert talked about inspiration as a living thing, that moved on if it wasn’t nurtured in our care. What she had to say as a professional writer resonated with me, and made me feel a bit better. Careless with inspiration, but at least not the only one.
As a full-time working, single mom, my second novel kind of bit the dust. But I’m nothing if not resourcesful, and optimistic too. Instead of trying to twist it into some kind of tome, I’m going to use what I have and craft a short story. I’m also hoping that by doing this, the inspiration my be wooed back, and stick around for the long haul required of a novel. I know if that does happen, that the success or failure of the project will depend on me; on my dedication, devotion and prioritizing.
Either way it will be fine. The inspiration will be freed; to move on, or to take up residence in the pages of my creation.
Inspiration comes my darling friends, but how long it stays with us depends entirely upon how long we are able to carry it.
One in a while we have to reassess what’s weighing us down in favour of what lifts us up.
I do know.
As my sweetie shouts from the kitchen about what I should do before he packs up and heads home (clean out the fridge and send him on his way with a care package of food), I chuckle to myself knowing that any and all shoulds are not be on the we agenda today.
Today I need to rest. Today, after days of cooking and fussing and making sure everyone had all of their favourite traditions honoured, we are heading to the spa, and we are going to dig in to creative work (aka my novel), and finish the day off with a hot bath, cozy flannel and the Kennedy Center Honours.
We have given up our life-affirming-soul-inspiring-love-of-storytelling, and we are getting it back today. Yay! Whatever you love, do that today and forget about the shoulds.
As a matter of fact, I’m quite certain that we are going to do nothing but recoup and rejuvenate ,however we feel appropriate. That means no pressure to do anything other than perhaps look civilized enough to scoot out for a pedicure and hopefully enough motivation to get to the gym.
For everyone out there who takes the lead on holiday preparation and execution of ritual, take some time for yourself today, and make sure we does exactly as we needs.
Time changes people. I’d like to think that it’s mellowed me and smoothed down some of the rough edges. Not all of them though, the coolest women I know have some pretty groovy edges.
Today I was snuggled in under my fluffy, white duvet, snuggled in between cozy flannel sheets coaxing myself to get up and press the button on the coffee maker when I got that little tapping glass signal that a text message had arrived.
It was from my best friend; The woman I met the first day of high school as we hunted for our new lockers and found ours side by side. We’ve been through a lot together, mostly in spirit and via telephone as we live at a distance from one another. She never fails to make me smile, or let me know she cares, and I hope I do the same for her. When was I going to see her during the Christmas holidays…hmmm….good question. You see, I’m a mortician, and death is far too graceful to care about holiday time.
At this time of year, I am more aware than ever that I don’t see my friends as often as I would like; Vicki (my mumster) and her crazy sidekick Jim, Cindy and Jacques (my fabulously stylish friends), Virginia (the magic woman who is connected to the universe), Virginia (the crazy pet lady), Darleen (a woman who knows how to conjure the teenage girl in me), Carlo (a woman trapped in a man’s body with more empathy in his babyfingernail than most people have in six lifetimes), my cousin Mark ( one of the only people I share DNA with that I’m not ashamed to call family), my Auntie Penny ( a woman I admire for her zest for life and ability to mix a grand cocktail….
Instead of writing about not seeing the people who matter in my life, I think it might be the time to whip up some resolutions for the new year…
Set up social time with all of the above listed people who matter in my life.
Finish my second novel.
Publish my first novel.
Work toward my goal of getting out of this crazy cycle of socially accepted bullshit in order to live in the country in a house with a huge harvest table so all of my friends can gather on a regular basis for intelligent conversation, support and life affirming connection.
Practice my ukulele more.
Write more poetry.
I woke up this morning and don’t you know it, that tiniest bit of fear about change had crept in while I was sleeping.
Change often is an uncomfortable process that yeilds beautiful results – if you let it.
So, as I padded around in my bare feet looking for my glasses, I paused to open an email from a couple whom I consider kindred spirits. It inspired me, motivated me, and chased that little inkling of fear right out of my heart. It reminded me that my life ought to be more like my poetry; free flowing and without too much overthinking.
It’s time for change. It’s time to give my creativity, ‘land, lots of land under starry skies above,’. It’s been fenced in far too long.
I have work to do, and what better way to get motivated to clear physical and existential space than to listen to the wisdom of Leonard Cohen???
Wishing you a beautiful day…xo
Oh my gawd!!!
Sometimes pithy little sayings are the eyeroll that I need. Yes, I hate to admit it, but it’s true.
This morning I read something about how many people succeed at what they dream of doing and how many don’t. Basically the gist of it was most people won’t do the hard work so they fail.
I prefer something a little more gentle;
I have yet to self-publish my thousand-year-old novel, and I have a head full of characters clawing at my brain to communicate with my fingertips to get it all down on paper. It’s time to get this second book out of my mind and onto the page.
…and so it is time to breath some life into my creativity. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.
A little reminder to every creative artist out there; just breathe.