Nope. Not over here. I’ve made too many in the past that were just as quickly broken.
A friend sent me a picture of a stack of books twined with Xmas lights for my ‘Vision Board’, saying that maybe next Xmas I could do that with my own books. Nice thought and I’m happy Darlene has that much faith in me. I’ll admit, I had no exact idea what the Hell a ‘Vision Board’ was until a few days later. I was only guessing, then laaaaaa! I see, said the blind man. Might do that board thing.
So! How about what I’ve learned in the last year? Not that you care, but here we go. These things, I know!
It might have been a bad idea to bring my grandmother down to Georgia from North Carolina to live with us. It was perhaps unfair to her as well as my family to try and take care of her special needs when we have a semi-hard time taking care of our own personal versions of craziness. She’s gone back now, but her cat stayed. I love them both, the cat a lot less than her. Grams is happier now. I think we all are. And I don’t think we should feel bad about it, because we at least tried when no one else would.
It was a good idea to write OW, even if I’m no longer in love with the title and desperately need a new one. I should have done this years ago and have no idea under the gods why I didn’t. Nothing legitimate, anyway. I know more about writing than I thought, the self-doubt is no longer such a monster and the melt-downs have been limited to the one. It took me seven months to get to this place, and I like it. It doesn’t suck.
I learned just yesterday that I can make at least one person out there cry with something I wrote. I can make at least one person fall in love with one, or more, of my invisible friends. At least one person out there wants more. That’s significant because for the last ten+ years the only person who cared about something I wrote was Nia and she’s biased, so I wouldn’t count her. LOL!
I also learned that sometimes a blue curtain is just a blue curtain, no matter what your English teacher says. There are a lot of ‘blue curtains’ in OW, but sometimes it does go a little deeper. While writing OW I learned just how deep the wound of Kal’s loss goes. Yeah, I know, she was a cat, but she was my girl. My little muse, even if neither of us knew it at the time.
I’ve laughed with fellow writers until I was blue in the face. Leaf blowers and zombies, anyone? Met some incredible people I wouldn’t have otherwise ever imagined meeting. Boggled over companies like Publish America (RUN! RUN FAAAR AWAY!). Been inspired to write smut and quickly regained my senses. LOL! I’ve dragged-ass into the gas station before the sun rises way too many times, grinned far too much when asked how the book’s going – when I finally got over that blindsided feeling. In short, I’ve had just the BEST time. I’m happier.
So… maybe one resolution. Keep writing.