In the past two weeks I have become quite familiar with the different parts of a bookstore. When I need a break, I wander the stacks. Need to ease my mind, I walk the aisles. Need to slowly transition from mom to working woman, I sit on the floor and look through the various titles. It is a lark – a real treat for me to have spent this time enjoying one of my favorite places in the world – the bookstore.
As everyone knows, the bookstore is filled with thousands of titles, which doesn’t include all the titles that are on the market. I note authors that are missing as I graze, feasting my eyes on cover after cover. Surprised by all the “dark” covers on the shelves of the teen section, I find myself drawn to books for my daughter’s age with their bright colors and fun illustrations.
I am sure I can find a book for just about anything here. I am sure I can find various titles on similar topics each mentioning a different idea or an aspect of that idea.
I read titles and return to my work considering whether or not I could find it in me to write such a book as this or maybe as that? Considering the talent that goes into these stories and the characters and the details… knowing that there are people who spend their days writing.
I used to write fiction. It was what I wrote. Somewhere along the way, I moved from Fiction to nonfiction and I am not sure how to get back to the light fiction or the serious fiction or how to write something that is not reflective of the reality of life. And I have tried… Fairy tales… didn’t work, fables, not happening…a picture book… um, not sure that would work either.
Like everything, it likely is just a matter of time and effort and desire… the key ingredients to pursuing a goal, of sorts… time, effort and desire. I have to put in the time and the effort, and I have to have the desire to do it and make it happen.
The stories within me are nonfiction these days. They are the stories that search for an outlet; find the words; and are hungering to be told. I believe that the time will come for fiction, or perhaps a happy balance between the two.
Or perhaps that is laziness speaking and I simply, or not so simply, need to sit down, grab hold of my muse, and allow the fiction to flow!!