Shifting Gears

The month of December is actually turning out to be fairly hard. Last month was an all or nothing run on one project. This month I’m having to shift back to a project I’d set aside for the NANOWRIMO and simultaneously gear up for editing my NANOWRIMO novel: Johnson Farm next month.

Add Christmas, New Years, family stuff, and end of year stuff at church… Mix it a few medical wrinkles (who knew going off a medication had side effects (OK, I did, but theory versus reality you know). Mix it all together and you get a hard time to be a writer.

It’s life. It happens. You push through it and come out better on the other side.

One of the main things at a time like this is don’t give up. Slow down if you have to, but don’t stop. Keep your head up. Make a plan; figure out what you need to do and then go do it.

One of the truths about learning and growing is that there’s the pain of needing to learn and grow. And then there’s the learning and growing. And then there’s the adaptation to having learned and grown.

I will make it through. You, dear reader, will make it through.

Sometimes we do need to regroup and get things cleaned up so we can go again. It will work out.

Sometimes you have to accept that you’re weak. Accepting that you are weak is part of the process of growing strong.

Figure out what you need to do. Then, do it. It does get better.

In the meantime, that’s it for today dear reader. Until next time…

All the best to you and yours for Christmas or what ever holiday you hold dear.

The Question

One of the things to come out of my recent NANOWRIMO experience was some serious thinking about the question.

There are a lot of questions purported to be the question: the question of the moment; the question of life; the (insert group or species here) question; and many more.

My the question for today is one that echos back through the world of fiction to the day, even the moment the very first story teller told the very first story.

My the question rolls through the halls of higher education like a tide. It dominates television networks. My the question dominates the nonfiction world as much as the world of fiction.

What is my the question? It is phrased many ways by many people but here it is: how did this come to pass?

The story in a story isn’t just a telling of what happened; it is an explanation of what lead to an event or result. In the same way a doctoral dissertation includes a literature review, a collection of past research that should lead to one inescapable question.

One of the best hooks in the media is to put up a picture and tell the audience you’ll explain how it happened after this commercial break.

How-to books tell how something is built; one story of how that thing came to exist.

My question is one that is asked at one point or another by every human being. My question is one that animal lovers occasionally insist that we share with other species. Can you imagine a dog or cat looking at you with a “what the heck?” expression? Your pet may have just asked the question.

Even medicine and hard science ask ‘how did this come to pass?’. A doctor recognizes that a broken bone was broken in a given way and that helps him or her determine how to repair the break. A geologist recognizes that  a rock got to it’s current location by glacial action rather than being formed in that particular spot.

You never need to feel dumb when you ask the question, dear reader. When you ask ‘how did this come to pass’, it’s not just a question it’s the question. It’s one of the great questions of history. It’s a question that’s been with us since the beginning.

That’s it for this one dear reader. Until next time…

Ask questions, that’s how we get answers.