Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You

I have been working furiously on a new novel, The Breaker, which I hope to publish later this year.  Writing is an interesting, solitary career choice.  You can bounce story ideas off of others, but most of the work is done inside your own head, in which you question your character actions and the way the tale will progress.  Since the book is located in a place I have vacationed twice, I am paying attention to the geography of the area even though I already changed the location of one location, in a move to add more detail to the chapter in which the event occurs.  It is interesting to write about things empathetically when you have never experienced them in your own life.

The Write Stuff

Okay, I’ve been a total slacker on this blog—lame, I know, but it happens.  Anyway, my fifth book is out in the world being read, and I’m making great progress on book number six.  I know I always claim I’m going to take a break after each subsequent book, and I always break that promise.  This time, however, it’s (probably) the truth.  I’m going to take some time for myself, to see where my inspiration lies and get a bearing on what my future holds.  And while none of us ever knows for sure what tomorrow holds, I wouldn’t mind having an indication.

Currently listening to “Love Resurrection” by Alison Moyet

In Pictures

This week I have spent a lot of time going through old pictures ranging from kindergarten to high school graduation.  I have begun to see those old pictures through an unrealistic, misty gauze now.  I forget about the trials and tribulations—I smile at the happy times and I ache for all of those classmates who never made it to this part of life.  The older I get, the more I understand that life is truly fleeting and fragile—it can literally be taken away in seconds, leaving those behind to wonder what could have been.  We wonder if it is silly to hope, to dream, to wish—to believe in possibilities.  Then each morning, the sun always rises and we greet the day with renewed hope.  In pictures you see the innocence of youth, the possibilities of the past, and the promise of the future.  You see life, laid out in a rectangular tapestry.  You see the events and people who forever changed you and shaped the person you are today.