It has been over a month since last I wrote a blog entry. I haven't been slacking, just pouring my energy into finishing the third book of my trilogy and starting a new book with no relation to The Time Savers Club. I admit that I miss them already and am looking to the future.
My new book is rough for me to write. It's a ghost story. Nothing like the first three books, this book digs into my depths and pulls up forgotten memories, angers, and annoyances. I am laying them out on the paper and hacking them to death. As my friend, Beth, says "It's an exorcism." Yes, it is. Not the pea-soup-head-spinning-devilish kind of exorcism, but the internal house cleaning that needs to be done.
It's the release of my anger I feel over my parent's deaths. The annoyance that I have towards my failed relationships, partially my fault for hiding behind a fake cardboard stand with a printing of myself on it. And the busting of that fake facade into a smithereens. It's the booting of the false friends. It's the creation and cultivation of new friendships. The new paths. The new journeys. The right decisions.
I recently read a quote on Facebook about kicking out the wrong people in order to allow the right ones to come in.
That's what my book is about. Kicking out the old and letting in the new. Maybe someday college students will study in the English lit classes and wonder how much of it is a reflection of my life. I will state for the record now, it is, but not in the way you think.
Goodbye to my first failed attempt at love; it was a ring in my tree of life that I learned from. Goodbye to failed friendships; you may or may not know who you are. Goodbye to my parents for now. Goodbye to my former life. I bust you down and pick up only the pieces that are precious to hold close. It's hard to pick and choose, but to grow, I have to prune.
CSM
My new book is rough for me to write. It's a ghost story. Nothing like the first three books, this book digs into my depths and pulls up forgotten memories, angers, and annoyances. I am laying them out on the paper and hacking them to death. As my friend, Beth, says "It's an exorcism." Yes, it is. Not the pea-soup-head-spinning-devilish kind of exorcism, but the internal house cleaning that needs to be done.
It's the release of my anger I feel over my parent's deaths. The annoyance that I have towards my failed relationships, partially my fault for hiding behind a fake cardboard stand with a printing of myself on it. And the busting of that fake facade into a smithereens. It's the booting of the false friends. It's the creation and cultivation of new friendships. The new paths. The new journeys. The right decisions.
I recently read a quote on Facebook about kicking out the wrong people in order to allow the right ones to come in.
That's what my book is about. Kicking out the old and letting in the new. Maybe someday college students will study in the English lit classes and wonder how much of it is a reflection of my life. I will state for the record now, it is, but not in the way you think.
Goodbye to my first failed attempt at love; it was a ring in my tree of life that I learned from. Goodbye to failed friendships; you may or may not know who you are. Goodbye to my parents for now. Goodbye to my former life. I bust you down and pick up only the pieces that are precious to hold close. It's hard to pick and choose, but to grow, I have to prune.
CSM
