2006 has been an extremely challenging year thus far.
Among close friends and family there have been three deaths over the past four months. The latest was last night. My best friend’s father passed away in his sleep. The first was a friend of the family who died very suddenly and too young. The second, and most devastating, was the passing of my mother-in-law. My own father has been receiving chemo treatments in his battle against leukemia and my mom came dangerously close to dying from a botched outpatient procedure this past weekend.
It is hard to retain a positive outlook when life is filled with worry and grief. It’s tough dealing with the day-to-day aspects of life let alone thinking about my writing. Our writing group hasn’t even met for the past couple weeks. In the lull between disasters and crises, I have been working on outlines for two story ideas and character creations. One is an action/suspense story and the other is a historical fiction.
Needless to say, focusing on my writing has been hard. On the other hand, when I have some down time to think about everything that has been happening I get the urge to write about it. I am not making much progress with my stories, but I am writing in my journal about what has been happening. I write how I am dealing with it and my observations of how my extended family is dealing with it.
I find that writing it out helps to organize my thoughts and gives me a better perspective of these life events. Getting it out on the page seems to relieve some of the stress. I guess you can say it is therapeutic.
With all that has happened, I feel the need to get together with family and friends as often as possible, create new experiences, follow my dreams and create something lasting and worthwhile. This is why I know in my soul I need to be a writer and novelist. I have stories to tell and things to say – or as Robert Frost so eloquently put it, “… miles to go before I sleep”.
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