This post is about death and grief. It may be a trigger for some, so please consider this the warning label. In this post I talk about what grief has brought to my life. It can be many soul breaking things, but it can also be inspirational.
I have avoided writing about this topic. Avoided it like it’s a hot fire, ready to burn my fingertips if I even broach it. But really, how can writing about this pandemic be avoided? Writer’s write about what’s going on in our lives, whether that’s through memoirs, on a social media post, scribbled down into a private journal, or weaved into a fantastic storyline. What is happening in the world is far from fantastic.
It’s amazing what can come out of going back to basics. I have learned a lot over the years: Trust your instincts and listen. Oh, and edit. A lot.
I share my process of writing a novel. Maybe you’ll find a bit of magic in here to help with your process? It can be arduous process, so I hope to help.
After 50 years, I have written a book. Now the book is sitting in front of me, staring me down, willing me to finish it. The Fear of Failure is Real.
Unless there’s a deadline, I let responsibility take over my life. A writing group changes that. I focus. I am kept accountable and I get shit done!