So it’s been a good minute since I’ve ventured into the pinning down and pouring out my thoughts onto this blog (or anywhere else for that matter). To say a lot has happened in my life, and probably the lives of countless others would be an understatement to say the least. So welcome 2017.
I watched a ball drop, watched one of my favorite singing icons drown in “mishaps”, and yet again, pen my wishful resolutions to take shape in this bright and shiny New Year ahead….but at this very moment, as I sit here keying and taking in this extraordinaire thing called everyday life I can’t help but flash back to the blur that we called 2016.
As the days continue to tick onward regardless of where we find ourselves, each passing year I continue to hold onto one particular constant. My love of books. My beacon of happiness that I have come to find usually embedded within the pages of a good book. It’s amazing what joy, inspiration, or even just a simple distraction a good story can play, running rampant against the confines of mere pages….the colorful chalk outline of my clarity….
Now that daylight savings time has arrived and is still settling into the life routines of most of us, I have to admit that I’m glad for it. No, not for the hour less sleep, or the groggy Monday morning beginnings to kick start the work week for many of us (though coffee shall serve undoubtedly as the quintessential BFF for the early part of the week. No, I am able to take comfort in what Daylight savings presents to the writer in me. The light. Or more importantly being creatively fueled by the longer light embedded within each day.
For me daylight savings time always serves as the reemergence of Spring, the signal of rejuvenation within the change of seasons. The rebirth of creativity of my writing. It serves as my beacon of inspiration to hopefully land me back on the trails of creativity that has been all but been buried beneath this past winters cold. My words, my story, and oh yes the writer in me welcomes you back with open arms. Now let us begin…….
Now that we are truly on the edge of another summer’s end has left me thinking about just how my 2015 summer reading journey began. Thinking back, I recall making a change-up of sorts, shifting genre gears, breaking out of my customary book zone of all things YA. Instead I found myself at some point taking trips down roads of age-old classics, tripping down the sideways of the lands of paranormal, and even making a few fantastically winding detours down the historical fictions and sci-fi lanes of the engagingly wonderful. So to say that I happily found my great escape with more than a few notable reads, would be more than an understatement. Books are forever my escape into the wilds of an author’s colorful imagination, but this summer was truly my road trip of amazing. And as the sun settles on the cusp of summer, lowering one season onto the bridge of another, it will be this book reader/writer’s pleasure to dip into the folds of Fall.
Being an aspiring writer has always posed far too many questions, challenges, and at times left me plagued and perplexed as to how the true at heart writing souls get their dreams penned and gifted to the world of readers. Usually a timetable is set at some point, where goals and deadlines play an integral role in the make or break success of your work. I know for many of us it starts with a not so simple dream, one that shapes into the reality that we strive to create and share with others. It’s our coveted ideas and the scope of mindset, determination, and passion that we each put behind it that I feel truly defines a mere dream from the possibility of becoming a reality for many writers alike.
But at the end of the day, for me that is, the ultimate truth that will be left behind isn’t about the level of fame, monetary or best seller type creds bestowed to me as a writer. But by whether or not I stand by that initial dream enough to power through any and all of life’s setbacks or obstacles in order to see the reality of the dream take shape. And for this still aspiring writer, I just had to drop a few lines, maybe more so for myself than anything else, as a reminder that my dream, while still ongoing, is very much more than just a dream, but an ongoing reality of MY own making.
Time sure does fly. It’s almost hard to believe that the writers frenzy known as NanoWriMo is nearly upon us. I am proud to say that I am three for three in the years that I have entered and at times, though grueling, poured out my writing heart to reach the 50,000 word finish line. My first year I had no idea what I was in for. I was completely unprepared and winded up slaying word after word relentlessly just to reach my goal during that last and final week. No outline. No premise. Not even characters had been created, though I had an inkling of an idea back then of the genre and of course the perfect male centerpiece to swoon over. Other than that my first venture into the land of NanoWriMo was completely a blank slate.
My second year, I was a little better prepared, and of course learned the most important lesson during this writing craze, which was…..editing must be non-existent. Last year, my third year, I started and kept up a surprisingly good pace with my word count, pounding out more on my weekends to make up for falling behind during the week to compensate for the family and day job plight. I was able to finish ahead of schedule and for some reason it was that last trek into Nano that I felt the most rewarded.
The Nano dance is the sweetest tango that writers, both aspiring and published can step to. It’s complete and utter unpolished writing freedom. No rules, no choreography, no conformity, just endless amounts of passion and creativity on overflow. Though I won’t be able to attend this years writing dance, I am so stoked for all the hoopla and the insurmountable writing frenzy that’s about to take over writer’s everywhere. So I’ll leave you with these parting words for all those participating this year….Coffee IS your friend, unleash your writing heart, and most importantly whether you finish or not….Congratulate yourself for catching the writing fever known as NanoWriMo.
Over the last few years I can’t help but take note of the influx of best sellers to hit the big screen. Even network TV isn’t immune to the takeover of popular books. The invasion of these works to the big and small screen seems to be running rampant, undoubtedly in search of the next big thing to pull respective fan bases under the same spell that captured them as die-hard readers.
Now there have been more than a few box office failures and small screen cancellations, but does that truly diminish the magic that those well composed books created in the first place. For me, nothing takes the place of the creativity poured out over the pages of a good book, not even that of a work that has managed to tip over into film. So here I stand (or sit), torn as a reader/moviegoer. I’m a somewhat super fan of way too many book series to name. Yet I can’t help but be pulled into the intrigue of seeing some of my favorite works see the light of the big and small screens. And this is where my book and movie fandom comes into play.
Does a best seller need to be confined to the glorious pages of a book? Or should it be set free to transform into the interpretation of film magic?
As the end of summer fast approaches, each day seemingly a blur of personal and professional obligations that comprise the majority of my time, I decided to grab a quick moment just to share a few thoughts on what I can’t help but take as my summer shortcomings thus far. Though I felt as though my reading and writing goals started off strong towards the beginning of the year and even felt as though both were in full swing before the emergence of summer, I’m coming up short as of late. After checking in on my set book challenge on Goodreads, I realize that I am barely at my mark to meet my reading challenge by year’s ends. And I can’t help but feel like a complete slacker in regards to my still unfinished book.
See for me it seems as though this summer may have posed a slight distraction as of late. And in actuality I’m not referring to the carefree glory of summer. But instead speaking on the pitfalls of drowning in my day job. For me it’s been living a daily truth of not having (or making) enough time to simply enjoy two of my life’s leisure’s in between. Reading and my half-hearted attempt at writing. It’s been a tricky, and more times than I care to admit, bumpy road trip to fulfilling promises to myself that have served as more than just empty roads to my reader and writer happiness. It’s been filled with more than a few of life’s detours along the way, yet I find myself as the fork in the middle of this road that has run dead-end as of late.
The good thing (I think anyway), is that I recognize what has befallen me. Now it’s just a matter of mapping my way from the roadblock that I’ve somehow let become my summer detour. But like any and all detours I know that they are only temporary. The task will be in re-routing my goals, my joys, and set my reading and writing GPS course back towards fulfilling and navigating towards what makes me happy.