(Can you tell I’ve got to plant supports for the garden tomatoes during my break today? (In case you’re concerned, Book II is mostly written; the idea to separate the one giant book into three was firmed up within the past couple months, leaving room to play and extend “The End.”) In the years of editing, the creation and fleshing out of ideas for Book III has been an exhilarating part of the ’s process.
Let’s transform that exhilaration into the imagery of a few nature-based symbols.
One thought was persistent in the above transition: those fireflies are also a symbol for the books’ readership. Thank you for being one of those points of light—your own magnificent and complex story. Instead, I move overseas and live there four years, working, traveling, and poetizing.
It’s starting slowly, growing over time, until the handful of readers grow beyond the tree…perhaps one day as cavernous and dimensional as the stars against the black Outback night. I leave a choice life in New Zealand, and at the end of 2014 I land in Asheville, NC to finish and finally publish my fiction.
My mind ticked with character connections, storylines…imagine a giant party line of people speaking, all wanting to tell you their stories, and you having to be patient and work on a much slower physical pace of linear capture.
Not to mention I have to wait to really write it; my focus now is Book I!
As I’ve mentioned, I’ve spent the past four years living overseas and traveling.
I have realized my desires to play with others in this creation-station of a life, and that is infinitely more satisfying then the quick bucks of a bestseller and moving on to the next thing. That way we ride the wave with a salt-twinkling grin rather than crashing to broken bones. Write your alien dialect in square font if it thrills you. I understand my life is my own; I am the Creator of it – any grand designs will come from my imagination-sharpened pencil. Tell stories about how wonderful it will be, or about how that one time was epic. I breathed, and the tree blinked…another, and another. : The Story expanding, one point of light at a time, in the metaphorical idea of a tree, a network of life; starting as a dream and materializing like the lush of summer growth. My housemate also announced this morning it’s National Outdoors Day. I start drafting what is now I now understand that premonition was the incredible energy of Story Creates and now.I finally went to sleep, after smiles relaxed into snoring, and my total adoration of being a Creator relaxed into more dreams. And so I was inspired to move my writing station to the backyard. I hope this inspires you to create, or at least take credit for the ooey gooey romantic goodness in your world. I had the same desires then to finish it quickly and publish, allowing the great wealth and attention of a bestseller come over me like a pro-surfer dream wave. It’s hard to describe, but it’s as if some spirit is trying to get my attention through my dreams. Sometimes it paired well with the biblical stories and saints from my Catholic father, who immigrated from Mexico. I think most would find me insane if they heard about what went down with me as a teenager. She’s…it’s as if she’s haunting me…ROCHELLE: Huh, I knew I shouldn’t have shared this with Toby. I call them “Medium Migraines.” It used to happen to me as a teenager, back in New Orleans. and I have no idea how this girl might be connected to present day…Mémère raised me in the Voodoo tradition.