Life in all its complexities.
The funeral of a friend, procrastination, problems with my beloved computer and the overwhelming urge to clean up years of clutter. All things that everyone experiences at some time or another. However, coming one on top of the other they were enough to make me stumble and forget to nurture myself. I fell off my trusty steed and needed to once again go confidently in the direction of my dreams.
This post is my way of getting back on the horse. To once again feel the wind in my face and the joy of writing.
When I sent Paul a photo of the message on my computer screen the text back read, ‘It doesn’t look good. I’ll call in after work’. It reminded me of years ago when he gave me my first computer. Several years later I rang him saying that the screen was blank etc. and asking what could I do. His reply was, ‘Have you got a shovel?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Well dig a hole and bury it.’ I love his sense of humour. He also managed to save all my documents, files, folders and programs. I now had no excuse not to write.
Being technologically challenged during this corona-virus isolation I needed him again. This time he had to upload Zoom for me so I could meet via Zoom with Wendy Dunn for an author interview for Swinburne Uni on the publication if What time is it there? Also my HNSA group and ‘Live and Local’ at Mornington
I love to write anything and everything, across genres and back again. but most of all I find myself writing autobiographical stories based on life experiences. I guess it is ‘episolary fiction’ and it feels like an old friend.
Recently a friend sent me a lovely card containing reflections by Emily Mathews
‘Like leaves upon a summer breeze, hearts are stirred by memories-those happy-to-remember things. like childhood friends and old porch swings. Family stories told for ages, daydreams tucked between life’s pages. Teardrops spent and laughter shared. Questions asked, adventures dared. Memories stir the heart because there’s joy found in ‘the way it was’.
I believe everyone who wants to tell a story can if they start by writing down one story and then keep going. It sounds simple but it’s far from easy. Maybe you could record stories in an exercise book, or if , like me, you like writing on a computer, keep a simple blog.
What I love is the sheer joy of writing, the intimate relationship between me and the page. I treasure my family and writing friends and through writing I hold communion with my deepest self.
Writing fills my heart, my pages and my life.
I can now get back on the horse and start writing again. No more procrastination and excuses. Corona-virus isolation has meant a change in the way we live. We have more time to write and can use this time to blurb down the bones of a book.
