This link was on my facebook page and I'm listening to it now. Interesting: Elizabeth Gilbert speaking about creativity.
My older brother read Tender Graces and said, "you know that part where Aunt Ruby cut Virginia Kate's hair all up?" I said, "Yeah?" He said, "Do you remember when that babysitter cut your hair all off? Your hair was way past your waist and she cut it really short and Daddy came to get us and he was mad as hell?" Shazam! I'd forgotten about that! Such is how some things end up in our books are memories drawn from some black hole of remembrance database. Makes me wonder what other things are memories that I've forgotten or blocked or didn't process because I was too young and they showed up on the page. But when he said that, I did have a memory come of a little-me standing there and my daddy fussing away because the babysitter had without permission wacked off many inches of my hair.
I was tee-heeing this morning because Octavia Books in New Orleans ordered Tender Graces for their shelf. Yay! One book, one bookstore at a time, eh? I like thinking of TG's nestled in bookshelves in people's homes, in bookstores, in libraries, on nightstands. *smiling*
Gilbert is right - I need to Just Do My Job - to Just Keep Showing Up. Yes. For that is all I can do. That is What I do. I write. I do it with a full and sincere heart. I do it for love, with love, and to love. I do it because that is who I am and where I am and why I am. It is the love of my life and that may be sad to some, but it is just how it is. It is the love that never fails me, the love that I sacrifice for, the love that tears me apart and then puts me back together again, the love that doesn't betray unless I am the betrayer, the love that is constant and sure and true, the love that will only die when I do and even then the children of that love will remain. So, no matter what happens with my books, my words....I will continue to do what I do and it is the only thing I've ever wanted to do, really. It is the one thing that calms me. Imagine the skitterish horse, tossing her head, the whites of her eyes showing, pawing at the ground - and then, the horse whisperer comes and she is calmed. The writing is the horse whisperer.
Thank you all for continuing to stop by here and for reading and for all you do.
[Don't forget to send me a photo of you with TG - you can get creative with it if you want. And above, the book give-away ends May 31. Now - I'm off to work on VK Book2.]