A while ago, when the pandemic first started raging and all the other heart-breaking things started happening in our country, I promised myself that I would 1) quit watching the news and 2) keep writing.
Well, I didn’t quite do that. Oh, I tried. There were many mornings when I opened the file of my current work in progress and tried to put down words, but I just wasn’t able to do it. Phrasing didn’t feel right. Pacing was off. Paragraphs were written and deleted and rewritten several times. In short, I struggled (as one sometimes does). A lot!
Things have changed a little bit for me (though I'm not quite sure why). Yes, I’m still watching the news, but not like I was. I am aware of all the things that are happening in the world. I am informed. And I will continue to be informed.
More importantly (for my own sanity), I have begun writing again. A new story (no, I haven’t given up on the other story. I’ll go back to it after this) that will have humor (because we all need to laugh, especially now) as well as emotional upheavals and the requisite happily ever after ending (because we need that, too).
I love starting a new story. There’s a level of excitement as one chooses names for their characters and gets to know them, chooses a location that not only fits the story, but adds to it, does research so one knows what one is talking about, and putting down those all important plot points (I don’t outline, but I do write points that I want to hit throughout the story). Starting a new project is almost as exciting as writing “The End” on a previous one. Actually, it’s like falling in love - the nervousness, the elation, that feeling of “Oh, this is wonderful! I’m so happy!”
Until next time, remember to spread kindness wherever you go. Stay safe. Stay well.