Happy holidays, everyone.
I know I’ve been silent for much longer than I expected. I had good intentions, as I always do, but Life was busy throwing roadblocks and dangerous curves my way, and I had to keep hyper focused to maneuver through to what I hope is the light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
I’m not really complaining about the struggles. I have a lot to be thankful for:
- I’m blessed to be married to be my best friend of 15 years; it’s truly amazing to me that I still experience joy, love and laughter every day (and that we still find we like each other’s company almost more than anyone else on the planet).
- I’m healthy and have made great inroads to becoming Cynthia 2.0 — the newer, healthier, more self-assured and self-aware me.
- I have friends and coworkers who are a constant inspiration, and have provided me unflagging support and encouragement. I’m afraid I may not always be as good a friend to them. I do try.
- I have a large family who cares about each other. Although I don’t always march to the same drumbeat that they do, I love them all without reservation.
As for the writing…while Life got in the way, draining me of energy until the words would no longer flow, the distance of a few months gave me a few ahas. I wasn’t happy with my main character, which made writing a chore vs. a labor of love and discovery. And most importantly, the story I ended up writing was missing all the elements I intended to write about, and still want to write about.
So here’s where the subject of my post comes into play. Back when I was struggling to finish a scene and getting more and more frustrated, the husband (who likes to surprise me and make me laugh), threw out a wild suggestion:
“So write ‘And the cow mooed’ and move on.”
I’m sure he meant it as a joke, but it stuck with me. So now it’s my code phrase. I even bought a little cow to be a reminder that sits by my laptop.
Enough already. I’m moving on. I’m leaving behind the darkness and taking charge.
And that includes taking charge of my book. There’s a lot right there. I’ve already thought of a new element to my character’s makeup–a secret pain that drives her–that will help me better tell the kinds of stories I want to tell. I need to nail down some other new worldbuilding elements to the overall mythology of the story, and then I’ll be mady writing to incorporate them and finally have the novel I want to share. Pretty exciting stuff, really.
So, for those of you faithful who continued to drop by my blog, I thank you. I’m back–and moving ever forward in the journey toward Cynthia 2.0 who, among other things, will be a published author.
Until next time, happy writing.