Telling Stories

Heart in Stone
Hello Hello!
I’m Pam and I’m a mosaic artist. Mostly. Just not right now.
Twenty years. I’ve made mosaics for TWENTY years, and the first thing that happened when I started worrying about our global situation was my loss of any interest in art. I don’t know why, but I suspect my soul was pushing me in a direction it felt I needed.
During the first few days of self-quarantine, I did what everyone did — we cleaned. Now I’m not much of a cleaner, but when high anxiety hits, I become a frenzied organizer. It felt good and positive, and somewhere along that path the universe threw an old manuscript my way and said, “It’s time.” And you know what? It was time.
So I dusted off that hard copy, paid my daughter to type it up, and dove in. I’ve spent almost every quarantine day working at the table on my front porch to birdsong and endlessly fascinating skies. I’ve walked miles through my neighborhood studying the trees and other walkers, the aftermath of storms, and human resilience, and then written about those in snippets for Facebook. And I finished the book. Eep!
Back in the old days, some lucky souls were able to sit down, write a masterpiece, hand it to their agent, and hang out at the farm or the beach or Studio 54 until copies were rolling off the press.
These days anyone can publish and sell on their own. The only requirements are:
1) Some sort of topic and then some words,
2) A psychic ability to format your work by carefully following the exact details for your specific software as it would have appeared multiple upgrades ago (which are no longer available for use) and somehow making that work,
3) The willingness to trash and redo the manuscript page number formatting daily for weeks until you magically hit upon the exact sequence required — and can instantaneously press save before it reverts.
I’m so close. And yes I’m thrilled to be almost done. And yes, the difficulty of properly formatting with outdated instructions has dimmed my ardor a bit, but it has also doubled my excitement over scaling this Everest of a platform.
So I’ve done it. I’m proud of it. I’m proud of me. I’m proud of my supportive family. And I’m mostly proud that I wrestled that bitch software to the ground.
There are stories everywhere — in the trees, the glance of a stranger, in our children, on the open road, or even last night’s pizza. You just have to be open to the whispers.
I’m guessing you have a story somewhere inside. Will there ever be a better time to sit on the porch and start? Even if you don’t finish, I wholeheartedly believe that these are the days for introspection, hard questions, a clearer vision, and coming to terms with your life, your love, your choices, and your future.
And when you finish, I’d love to read it.

6 thoughts on “Telling Stories

  1. I anxiously await the publication, the rave reviews, and the chance to read your work – have always enjoyed your creative gift with the written word. Like you, I have changed my habits while this pandemic, and the uncertainty it poses, sweeps across the nation. But in that vein, for me, I have stopped writing. Though I was never a prolific writer, nor a good one, for that matter, I did enjoy the feeling when I actually captured a moment in words and felt a sense of satisfaction as the pages started to add up. Nothing earth-moving, or particularly grand, but simply the documentation of some of my recollections of special friends I have known from over the years. I am not sure why the urge has vanished, but reading of your return to your manuscript is inspirational, and your “call to pens” may just motivate those of us who have set them aside for a time, to take them up again and plod forward. Thanks for the kick in the pants!

    • Hi Bill! Yes it’s been a godsend to have something to focus on and forget the rest for a few hours each day. I’ll keep you updated — should be out in the next couple of weeks. Much love to you and Kristi!

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