Alrighty then, it’s a new year, and I swear I can’t really say anything much is different. I hawked the calendar waiting for 2015 to flip right on off, and 2016 to pop up, but honestly what’s different?
-2015…pretty painful year for me.
-2016…only a few weeks in and how do I feel?
A friend of mine asked me to participate in an anthology, and I did. It was excruciating. I tried to work my way through a few story ideas, but nothing worked. No matter how hard I tried, the same story kept popping to the front of my mind, and so I wrote it. It began as a simple story about a songstress, but it morphed into a story about my mother.
Two hundred pages later, the story was about a singer in Memphis, TN who’s mother died suddenly and that incident derailed my heroine and an engagement was called off, a band and livelihood were in jeopardy.
So, no, the story isn’t about me, but it became a cathartic moment for me, and although it is hard for me to read the finished story, I have to admit that I’m glad that I wrote it. It allowed me to say and feel things that I believe I didn’t want to say or feel.
Not taking full advantage of the new year, not yet; however, it is only a matter of time. But, be certain that pieces of the world around me will continue to be sprinkled into the stories I tell. I hope that you’ll continue to enjoy the journey with me. And if you have stories to share, I hope you’ll share them with me.
I loved both of my parents with such fierceness, and allowing myself to feel their loss from my life and to admit it hurts just as much on some days as the first day I woke and realized they were gone is hard. But, damn if my parents didn’t love me just as fiercely, and for me to do anything other than to keep doing what they know I loved would be a disappointment to them and a failure to myself.
Let’s take advantage of the new year together.