Let the Fun Begin

Are you feeling the busyness of autumn yet? I am and there’s plenty to look forward to. The weekly workshops I’ve been facilitating for a dozen years now have resumed for the fall session. It’s always lovely to meet new students and hear the stories and ideas that the group shares. By the end of each class, I’m inspired to hurry home and keep working on various writing projects.

I’m on the board of a local literary society and our AGM is coming up. There are plenty more opportunities to become more involved, which I’m considering. I’m also preparing to give a workshop on October 5th about how to sustain your protagonist in a series and how to maintain a series overall. I don’t give a lot of workshops because they take a lot of prep time, but if I can give some worthwhile tips and answer questions, then it’s worthwhile.

On the homefront, my granddaughters are still enjoying their daycare adventures and have been healthy, for the most part, these past couple of months. Two-year-old Abby’s vocabulary is expanding exponentially, as are her emotions 😊 Since this is only the second week of September, I expect illnesses will come. I’ll try and protect myself as much as possible, but you know how it goes. One kiss from a grandchild, one trip to the grocery store, one shared doorhandle and poof … At my doctor’s recommendation, I got a pneumonia shot late last spring. Based on my sister’s horrific experience with shingles a couple of years back, I also got my first vaccine for that in June and will need another one soon. I’m a big believer in doing what I can to protect myself and others from what will inevitably be a challenging cold and flu season. The last thing I want is to wind up on a stretcher in a hospital corridor for three days, as happened to too many people last year.

As you can see, we have grown a gigantic sunflower plant that towers over my spouse. The plant didn’t exist last year and we didn’t plant any seeds. A bird must have dropped off at least one seed at some point and it settled in. We have two more sunflower plants at the front of the house that we didn’t plant either, but such is the mystery and wonder of gardens. I’m curious to see what the fall will bring, on all levels.

The I-Think-I-Can Approach

Planted in April 2021

A story starts with an idea, like a flower starts with a seed. It’s planted. It germinates.

As with a book or the sunflower that just bloomed in my garden four days ago, it can take a while. Weeks. Months. Even years. The process is often unpredictable.

But one day, something starts to happen. Something fresh pokes through the many thoughts, or the dirt in the ground, and you’ve begun.

The journey isn’t easy. There are periods when nothing seems to be happening. This is because you can’t truly see what’s percolating in your subconscious, or what’s going on underground. Self-doubt creeps in. Maybe unintentional neglect. Or impatient waiting for some sign of progress.

Through the period of early growth, there are setbacks and obstacles. Illness, emergencies, accidents, or natural intervention. For my sunflower it was a summer of heat domes, toxic smoky air, and water from a hose rather rather than thirst-quenching rain.

Time passes. Obstacles fade. Dry toxicity turns into breathable air. Thoughts begin to gel. The story is making sense now, and then it really takes off. One day you look up and the stem is strong and two feet tall. A bud appears. The logical sequence to an approaching climax.

Finally, one day, you spot a vibrant little flower peering down at you, and you realize it’s survived a pretty long journey. Sure, the surrounding vines and tree are stronger and larger, but my sunflower stands just as proud, basking in the light of day.

May everything you create and grow, flourish.

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