So, I know this post is a little early... but I know me and I'll totally forget. So, what is a moment? It's a question I've been pondering all week. Why? Because I got a serious burr up my butt. Totally. I wrote, and I kid you not, a 70k book in 6 days.
Yes, I did.
This week, starting last Saturday. I was walking, thinking about nothing, suddenly a song comes up on my Ipod. Silver Springs. An old Fleetwood Mac song, terribly but beautifully depressing and in the span of a three minute song my muse spoke to me. She told me a story, about a guy and a girl. The things that happened to them, some of them were horrific, but within the ashes burned an ember, a tiny spark of hope and love. And it was that story I wrote. So from a song came a story and a question... what is a moment?
These are the words of my heroine:
in the end, what is a moment? One action? A single deed? Or is it more? Is a
moment like a school of silver fish? The
sum of many singular parts forming one cohesive unit? I tend to think so. Because
the moment I met Ryan, that was just one of the sum parts. It started before
tear I shed… everything, it led me straight to him... As I
look back on the times I’ve spent with him, loving him, learning him, I’m
grateful for the moments. Because in the end, it’s the moments that make life
So there you go, a moment... I hope to release this book very soon. I cannot even describe to you how excited I am about this one. I cried writing this book, it plucked at every fear, every hurt I'd ever experienced in my own life. It's raw, and gritty, but in the end I think this was a story that needed to be told and I'm so grateful to have been given the oppurtunity to tell it.