Dream, Fiction, Writing

I’m spinning right ’round …

Today I’m having lunch with a friend, Tricia Sutton, who’s a fellow writer. A year ago, that would have been impossible. One, because I’d never met her, and two, because the only other writers I knew were family members. I was crafting jewelry then, instead of stories. But a series of vivid dreams, and a friend’s suggestion that I could turn them into stories, started a new cycle in my life … or restarted an old cycle, depending on how you look at it.

infinitysnakeIn the mysterious ways these things happen, it was just as well I started writing full-time then because, two months later, I broke a bone in my dominant hand and wasn’t able to use my jewelry tools again until recently. I could, however, type—one handed, for a while, but still.

So, I’m thinking about cycles and how we continually change and renew ourselves. Reinvent ourselves, even. I’ve met so many new people in this new writing world and one of them recently blogged about how we’re in a constant state of change down to our daily cell renewal. I love that thought: the fluidity of our being. Though, if it could be arranged, I’d like to do a one-time complete cell exchange, say, with Mariska Hargitay.

Then, I thought about our memories, which are only our perceptions of things that once happened, once existed, and how we are forming a memory right this instant as time passes through us like a ghost. This led me to question the nature of fiction writing, and whether what we create with words is any less real than what we perceive, which sounds eerily like the late night conversations I used to have with my third son, soooo … that probably means it’s time to shut up.

Happy writing today, people.

17 thoughts on “I’m spinning right ’round …”

  1. Wow, Linda. I hate to sound like I just stumbled out of the sixties, but this blows my mind. You’ve given me something to think about for a *very* long time:

    Then, I thought about our memories, which are only our perceptions of things that once happened, once existed, and how we are forming a memory right this instant as time passes through us like a ghost. This led me to question the nature of fiction writing, and whether what we create with words is any less real than what we perceive…

    It’s definitely not time to shut up.

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      1. How about an award instead? You know which one. The one you had to show me yesterday how to cut and paste onto my blog. Well now you get to do it to yours. You deserve it in all your lovelyness.

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  2. Fear not, Linda-you are having what we call a “Smart Attack.” It is best to get used to them now. They are usually harmless and will pass with discussion or blogging. The problem is they are extremely contagious. Thank you for sharing;)

    BTW–I have dibs on the DNA exchange with Mariska. But I’ll save a few cells for you. Deal? 😉

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      1. Here you go making me laugh out loud again! Dawn is no good–you will have an unfair advantage as I am NOT a morning person. We’ll have to solve this the fair way–you get the left side, I’ll take the right. Together we’ll be the perfect woman! 😉

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  3. okay Linda, this is freaky. We must be on the same wave length…two days in row…very similar posts…

    And no, I don`t believe that what we create with words is any less real. Perception is all about experience.

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