It is the beginning of Week 3. NaNoWriMo is sitting there, patiently waiting for me. Of course, the curse of week two has held off and is hitting me rolling as I move forward into week three.
Also, there are other issues pressing on my mind.
I am come to the difficult portion of my book. At least the difficult part for me to write. I must now fully introduce my villain. My "Big Bad." I am not good at this. Partly because I don't like to delve into things that are dark and difficult. I don't want them hiding there in the back of my mind as so many things are wont to do.
But, in order for my story to move forward, I must write. I must put fingers to keyboard and plow ahead. I must make my characters fight, I must have my heroine face a man who is truly insane. I must make her go through fear and grief, so that she can come out the other side, stronger and more whole. So that she can move on to what lies ahead for her. And such wonderful things lie ahead.
And so, while I sit here, while I scrub things at work, while I slice potatoes (though I will be keeping my mind on the knife blade in this scenario) I will consider, I will think, I will plan. I will persevere.
Because...This year I will win! This year, I shall write 50,000 words in 30 days. This year I will revel in the wonder that is imagination and the glory that is the accomplishment of having written.
Also, because this will help to distract my distracted thoughts. This will give me something to focus on. This will help me to work through my own personal demons. This will help me to come out stronger and more whole. Isn't it funny how that works?
And so, after Awana tonight (since my Girls depend on me to come) I will sit down at my computer. I will start playing my book's soundtrack, and I will send my two characters on this final leg of their journey. The one that will bring them face-to-face with their darkest fears. And I will keep moving ahead. I must make progress, I must move forward.
This is my battle cry! Bring me week's three and four! I can do this! I can win! I can write!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Thoughts on Thanksgiving
I started this blog a couple years back, maybe because I felt I had to. I don't remember anymore. For a while I used it as a method for expressing myself, and then I quit. But I do have things to say, things that I hope people need to hear. Mostly I have things that I want to share with the world, and as I'm tucked away up here in the North Woods, I'll just have to say it this way.
It was November 5th this week and it will end up with November 9th (my birthday). We remember many things, and this time of year tends to get overwhelmed with Christmas preparations (all ready! I know!) but I do believe that there is something to be said with not forgetting Thanksgiving.
It isn't just the opening of Deer Season, nor is it the final hurdle before we can openly embrace listening to Christmas Music without feeling slightly guilty. Thanksgiving is a time when we can all come together, families of all shapes and configurations, and spend time together. Growing up as I did, I suppose that I do feel that the day has become overcrowded with football and preparations for black Friday, but in my Family we celebrated each other.
I remember the early winter light pouring through the dining room windows as we all sat down together. The table beautifully set and decorated. I remember the traditional and annual puzzle. Dad would pick it out and open it on Thanksgiving Day. We would then spend the rest of December walking past the table, stopping to put a piece in here or there. It always had it's own table. We would take long walks in the golden evening twilight and spend the evening sitting around the glowing fire of the wood stove that sat in the living room.
Now, I know that I cannot go back in time. Dad is home, and we no longer live at the Farm. However, we still have each other. We still can celebrate in all that happens in our lives, the bright as well as the dismal. And yes that can be a struggle. But as I have been challenging myself to write 50,000 words in 30 days this month (again) (for the sixth time) I have realized that no matter the distance, we all love each other, and that love transcends time. It speaks across great distances, even from as far away as Heaven.
So, as we move forward into the cold, snowy, wonderful, delightful time of the year, remember, you are loved. More than you can ever know.
It was November 5th this week and it will end up with November 9th (my birthday). We remember many things, and this time of year tends to get overwhelmed with Christmas preparations (all ready! I know!) but I do believe that there is something to be said with not forgetting Thanksgiving.
It isn't just the opening of Deer Season, nor is it the final hurdle before we can openly embrace listening to Christmas Music without feeling slightly guilty. Thanksgiving is a time when we can all come together, families of all shapes and configurations, and spend time together. Growing up as I did, I suppose that I do feel that the day has become overcrowded with football and preparations for black Friday, but in my Family we celebrated each other.
I remember the early winter light pouring through the dining room windows as we all sat down together. The table beautifully set and decorated. I remember the traditional and annual puzzle. Dad would pick it out and open it on Thanksgiving Day. We would then spend the rest of December walking past the table, stopping to put a piece in here or there. It always had it's own table. We would take long walks in the golden evening twilight and spend the evening sitting around the glowing fire of the wood stove that sat in the living room.
Now, I know that I cannot go back in time. Dad is home, and we no longer live at the Farm. However, we still have each other. We still can celebrate in all that happens in our lives, the bright as well as the dismal. And yes that can be a struggle. But as I have been challenging myself to write 50,000 words in 30 days this month (again) (for the sixth time) I have realized that no matter the distance, we all love each other, and that love transcends time. It speaks across great distances, even from as far away as Heaven.
So, as we move forward into the cold, snowy, wonderful, delightful time of the year, remember, you are loved. More than you can ever know.
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