Before the book was completed, it felt as if I had lost my voice and my ability to speak about my life or about anything else for that matter. Everything that was happening to me seemed either not important enough or far too important to share. It was as if this "Coil" story sat like a huge lump in my throat not allowing me to speak.
I couldn't understand how one story could silence me like that. Now I think it is because my life, which has always been a series of stories most of them short enough to fit into a blog, was suddenly inhabited by a plot line much too long for me to handle. The "Coil" story was far too complicated to shorten or even spoon out in little blog-size pieces, it had to be delivered complete from beginning to end and it took me forever to find the words and finish it. But I did. I found the words - finished it - and published it.
Now I can write again in story form - short blog-length stories of my life. It is really the only way life was meant to be lived with each day presenting itself in a story form that fits the day.
Today's story is that I am going to blog again. I am going to be intentional about it because blogging allows me to live in the present - intentionally.
Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.”
― Madeleine L'Engle