Are we all meant to think straight? This question came to me this morning while I was trying to have 15 minutes of still and quiet time. The birds were going nuts outside, I had to move from the lounge room to the bedroom as I could hear my lovely neighbours chatting privately and felt … Continue reading What if we’re not all meant to think straight?
But while I sat there, picking off grubs from the rich smelling mint, I 'watched' her from my main characters' point of view. Imagination is a wonderful thing. And being able to sit with this character and kind of 'method act' with her and think about the joint past they share, has also provided my main character with some insight into their relationship.
If there is any one thing I have learned this year, it has been that how I respond to difficult or unexpected circumstances matters more than the circumstances themselves. How I react will be with anxiety or with a sense of calm and control. Then, how I respond to that situation is going to make a hell of a difference to the rest of my day/ week/ month and even year.
But this is life, isn't it? I am often intrigued by people who feel that they're not really living yet (and yes, I've actually been one of these people!) because the reality is that we are living. It may not look like our ideal version of what we want, but we are living regardless and every day spent waiting to live is a day tragically wasted.
Within 45 minutes I had my first scene - booyah! But oh, wait, here's a problem. It's now time to go to church, so up I hop, teeth, shoes, bag, and off I go. I felt really pumped about what I had written but something wasn't quite right. It was like the scene was missing that oomph that you usually experience in the first scene of a good book.
Reconciled will throw Hannah into a world she had no idea existed; a place where she will be forced to confront her family's past, present and future. From a collection of journals, old photos and a box full of messages left by Aunty Mak, the story of Hanna's mother's family unfolds and she discovers the reasons behind the disconnect that has plagued her mother's life.
Now here is the tricky question for the day: Do I share anything about my story while I am blogging or do I just blog about the process of getting through NaNoWriMo for the first time?
It's like I've just sent a message to the world that I am unavailable sometimes for anything other than what I believe to be the most important things: family (which, for me, is a given), and writing.
We don't always know the answers to life's deepest questions but the most valuable thing we can do is to pursue the answers regardless. Is it hard? Hell yeah. Is it worthwhile? Beyond doubt. Is it attainable? I have no idea but I plan to try anyway.