Scribbling into the void
I was told recently that I had a connection to the underworld. It shouldn't be a surprise that I have missed Charon, the ferryman on the river Styx, a few times. When I was three, I was bitten by a black widow spider. My most recent miss was when I was diagnosed with Wegener's Granulomatosis. I have flirted near the edges with dialysis and thyroid cancer.
So one might say that I have a connection. Even more than that, I was with my late hubby when he died of cancer. I felt him go-- in a swirling motion that went upward and then was gone.
I used to joke about the void and one of my favorite sayings is from Nietzsche "If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back."
Writing is like that for me. I open my computer, and type. I listen and write. It always amazes me that there is always something to create. I wonder if what I am writing is of whole cloth or that I am listening to the whispers that leak from the void? I've heard that scientists have wondered about ideas. There is an old saying that "its time has come." So who decides when an idea should burst fully upon the world? Or is it just floating in an amniotic fluid, waiting to be born?
If these musings are true, than my ideas are pretty upset with me. I am moody and sometimes I just don't want to sit down and type. I need to be my own drill sergeant. At this point I have three manuscripts that need to be finished-- "Unlicensed Sorceress," "Dussel and Ariel," and "Xandra Peel."
I have another beginning that is waiting -- about a necromancer who solves supernatural murder mysteries. It is percolating right now and I hope I'm able to give it my full attention soon.
It also brought me to the brink when I realized that my little dog, Foxy, is reaching the end of her time. She is tired a lot and her body hurts. I hold her a lot and use her as an excuse to not write. I know that soon, in a year or two more, that I will lose her, my little black dog.
When she lies across my legs, I can't move because she moans if I do. I've turned into a dog sofa.
So writing this blog post is a penance to the ideas and words that I have been shunning for awhile. Time for me to pull up a story and finish it.