In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. ~Robert Ingersoll
My mom passed away two months ago as of today, after a very long battle with her health. She gave it all she had, stayed with us until she and dad celebrated their 60th Anniversary. Right before Thanksgiving, a brain aneurysm took her away from us. Our household was quite rudderless for a month or so, as I gave up the reins and just hibernated. A couple weeks ago, hubby was commenting on not being able to get anything done. I told him I had just figured it out and explained that I am the rudder, the one who guides the boat, who figures out the path, keeps track of our course. When mom died, I let got of the rudder and we were floating and just going with the current. Once I explained it to hubby, he got it. I'm finally ready to guide the boat again. Along with some peace of mind, my muse, my creativity, my imagination has finally come back after a long block.
I pulled out Red Thief, a draft of a story I wrote a few years back and fell back in love with my characters and the story line. So, now I need to write a synopsis, outline, get to know my characters a bit better, edit and fill in plot holes. To help me with that I signed up for F2k, an online creative writing course through Writers Village University again and the first task is have one of your characters introduce you which is what I'm working on now. So much fun.
Ever since I finished my Bachelor's Degree, it has been in the back of my head to pursue a Master in Creative Writing. But didn't want to commit so much time and money until I am completely serious about this writing love of mine and not until writing becomes as necessary as breathing. Reading is as necessary as breathing to me and I get grumpy without a read in hand. I want more than the accountability someone else gives me. I want to be accountable to myself which all goes towards motivation, perseverance and need. I let stress and grief get in the way and bottle up the emotions, which only serves to crater my creativity. I've discovered writing is a very emotional process, so I need to learn to deal with all that comes my way and keep writing.
I've been following a writer who started a site about DIY MFA's and how to go about it. Now she's taken all the material and then some and put together a new 6 month course (still open for registration) which I signed up for immediately. Already watched the first video and learned so much. Lot of common sense stuff but some not which got me to thinking, which is great. The first part is all about motivation, focus, scheduling time and training your brain. So worth it.
Then, one of the mom's on Well Trained Mind told me about International Correspondence Writing Month which I decided to jump in with both feet, signed up on their forum and went out an bought some new fountain pens and writing paper. So if you'd like to get a letter from me, email me your address.
And I'm ready to start blogging again and post more than once a month. The writing bug has returned, which makes me very happy.
I am so sorry to hear about your mom. May you continue to heal as you grieve. Welcome back.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Nise. Appreciate it.Delete
I am so sorry to read about your Mom, Robin. This Christmas must have been so difficult for you and your family. I am happy to hear that writing has called so strongly to you, and you are wanting to pursue it more, as well as blog more often. I look forward to what you want to write about. Take care and all my sympathy for your loss.ReplyDelete
Hi Susan, Yes, Christmas was difficult but we made it through. Thank you for everything.Delete
I am so sorry to hear about your loss. It will take a long time until you feel fully in control of the rudder again. My thoughts are with you and your family.ReplyDelete