This is an old expression and it has a lot of merit. The words flow much easier and you can fill in the details of your own personal experiences. That’s one of the reasons I give fiction writers a lot of credit – they not only create characters, they create new worlds.
For me, I’ve pretty much been writing non-fiction. I might have to give fiction a try sometime 🙂
You may have noticed that I’ve hit on certain themes. Travel, nature, a touch of wisdom earned, and a few life and death stories. At times, I think I might be over-killing that theme. And at times I think, why not, that’s what it’s all about – living and appreciating it.
So, you’ll have to tell me if I’m overdoing it, or straying into the land of the mundane.
Sometimes we have such intimate knowledge of an event that it seems trite. Or if we try to communicate how great we thought a moment was, we forget to put in all the details. It’s like we assume everyone will know what we’re talking about.
I’m posting a short piece today about one of my many experiences in the hospital when I was a kid. I’m not sure if those stories hold real interest for people or just how big of a dose of that I should dispense. But it does fit the season. It’s Thanksgiving time, and I have a lot to be thankful for. Living and breathing and my daughter are at the top of the list, as well as having a bit of excitement along this winding road.
I appreciate your feedback. It helps to keep me on track. So feel free to critique away.
I hope you have a wonderful time with your families the next few days. Hold tight. Nothing is permanent.
Photo: One thing that we all know well is change. Transition. And the butterfly amply serves as a symbol of this transformation. Changes can be big and small. I’ve come out of cocoons at least three times in this lifetime. Completely shedding all of the past and reinventing myself. Not always planned either. I’m sure if you think back, you can recall the many revisions to the chapters of your own book of life.