Henry Thoreau once wrote, “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
I am as guilty as the next person-where each day I simply took for granted whatever would come my way…assuming on the daily drudgery of the American Middle Class.
But deep inside of me...where it counts…there were countless days I wished to throw away those man-made chains and seek out new adventures, to become lost deep inside new ideas, different venues…to seek a new path.
And when those itches came about…I wrote, or I escaped within my my mind, creating a world more tolerable to live…because there are times when a mental escape is the only escape I could afford to achieve, and my writing is a wonderful distraction from life’s commonalities.
But I have been lucky…
I’ve traveled the globe.
I’ve served in the Armed Forces.
I’ve attained a first class education.
And I fell in love…so I know I’ve lived a wonderful life. Better than most. But I guess it’s human nature to aspire for something more. There’s still a lot of living to do.
One of my biggest reasons for writing, besides loving the written word, is leaving something behind. Robin Williams sums it up quite eloquently in the following video…we all should strive to live a spectacular life:
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. Various issues cropped up which prevented me from really delving into my first love…writing. Fine tuning this craft is a tedious process. There are days I do not write and I feel it. Kind of like someone who regularly exercises and suddenly stops.
Am currently in the process of editing my historical romance manuscript. I hired an editor who has a great rep. Crossing fingers will find a fabulous agent who believes in my storyline as much as I do.
Am currently keeping a close eye on the election. Am not crazy about the two front runners and am waiting with bated breath to see how the process folds itself out. It’s certainly been a circus.
Am toying with the idea of creating an relationship advice blog…need to get off my laurels and just DO IT.
Discipline is the key and not forgetting my literary roots…..
Sometimes I forget what it is like to be carefree. To laugh….
I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.
Yes. Sometime when you cry it’s a sweet release. But God how I miss just letting go…
“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
Why history always repeats itself I’ll never know. We are inherently bound to one another. Our actions create a rippling effect. Whether it be something as simple as a hello….or ignoring a person in need…we each have a responsibility towards one another. We are not as autonomous as we may like to think.