DH and I often laughed that [deity in which you believe] should have an instruction manual pop out of the uterus along with the baby. Of course, if Murphy is truly the one and only god, the manual would be written in Ancient Sanskrit.
We've managed to muddle through the first seventeen years, but this last year is looking to be a doozy. Why? Because we've brought him up to think for himself, to analyze situations, and to make the best decisions he can.
The events of this last weekend in Charlottesville, NC, forced DH and me to have a long, uncomfortable talk with our son. He asked smart questions, ones that not even sociology and cultural experts have the answers for. The legal questions about constitutional law I could answer. And my answers unfortunately made my son even less sure of his path going forward in life.
Today, GK starts his senior year of high school. I hate not giving him some semblance of stability on which to make his future choices. I talked about his great-great-great-grandfather who fought for the Union in the original Civil War. I told him the story of his great-great-uncle Ralph, who at 16 lied about his age to join the Army during WWII. But deep down, I know I can't make GH's decisions for him. I can't make this easier.
Normally, I self-soothe by reading, but I overslept this morning. With some (granted self-imposed) deadlines, I got to work.
Or tried to.
I was still mulling over last night's conversation. So, I went back a chapter in the current wip and started reading to catch the thread of the story again. And it hit me.
Maybe I was dealing with my emotions through my work. What had started as a simple fantasy adventure story in 2013 had turned into a world mired in a political morass. A world that ignored their external danger in favor of in-fighting. A world that wasn't just in danger of losing its moral compass, but of losing its very existence.
If thoughts can change a universe, then maybe my heroes' literary battles will change the tide of thinking in the external universe.
Nah, I'm not that conceited. But it will change my personal thought pattern, and hopefully, relay that positivity to my son.
I Give Up
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Seriously, I just give up. I've been fighting depression brought on by
Seasonal Affective Disorder over the last two months, and my writing is
showing it...
2 hours ago
Sounds like the kind of thoughtfulness (even if it's your subconscious doing most of the thinking) that lets a good story bloom into a great one.
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LOL Last night, my subconscious had DH and me divorced, but still living together in a huge Victorian mansion while I dated Gerard Butler and DH was dating his best friend's girlfriend. I think Subconscious is trying to distract herself in the midst of the current chaos.
ReplyDeleteHey, that's just creativity. :D
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