Saturday, 20 December 2014

ASK FOR A SIGN


I needed a break from storytelling.  I needed a break from everything.  My family told me to slow down, so did my friends and I did listen.  Honest.  A little bit.

The problem is that I’m not very good at taking a break.  My life has taken such a brake neck speed that sitting quietly even for a short time seems alien and I almost immediately think of what I should be doing next. 

Ironically, the storytelling, my writing, never stops.  The words crash through my head at such a rate I don’t know whether to briefly ponder their meaning or write them down first.   Anything but ignore them.  I did that for too many years.    

Before I started writing TKC I knew I was about to embark on something that would change my life.  That was so special it would alter me forever and it did.  Creating Sensio gave me such a feeling of elusive peace it was hard for me to leave it.  Truth be told, I still haven’t left as the character blogs testify.   The characters I created, are an integral part of me and their voices will resonate. Forever. 

The start of my next book has beset with delays.  Now, looking back I know in my heart this was all meant to happen.  There were events that were meant to unfold. 

I always start writing a story knowing the beginning and end but I have no idea how I'm going to get there.  That's part of the fun isn't it? The chapters I wrote in TKC that took me off the beaten path were the most enjoyable.  It’s thrilling when a character born in my imagination leaps from the page and starts telling me what to do with their story. 

This break was meant. There were parts of the next story I was meant to appreciate. There was research I was meant to do and sometimes a delay of a meeting is necessary and needed. 

For me, break time is over.  But I learned to enjoy this time of self-reflection.  I appreciated the lessons I was meant to learn before I took that intake of breath and jumped with excitement into another unknown world.  My heart is thundering in my chest, my nerves jangle in my veins and my belly butterflies are finally ready for to be set free. 

I can’t wait.