Reflections on Any Given Day, the blog of author and speaker Cristy Fossum
Final post and adieu
Hello, friends and readers. As i lay down my writer’s pen, these words, attributed to author Bob Shaw, enliven my spirit: “It’s hard to write–but it’s good to have written.” It’s that euphoria at the end of a school term when there’s no more homework. My book writing is over, and I lay that pen down alive with satisfaction and a fine feeling of new found freedom.
To prepare for this last post, i’ve enjoyed looking back through my writing journals:
December 1, 2001 I am currently working onAChurchYearwithaChurchLady.That was the very beginning of what, over the next nine years, became the SundaybySunday series.
January 30, 2012 Listen to this craziness! A novel is half-written in my head, springing like water and flashing like electrical sparks… I am channeling an emotionally wounded, emotionally constipated young woman, financially struggling, who has been hired to clean the house of some 70ish retired military widower (character quite unrevealed)…That, of course, turned into BeyondtheGate.
Agony and ecstasy are well documented in my journals.
Many arghs and many, many comments like, Little progress–for 2 weeks!and A second night of writing lost to fighting ants in the kitchen. Even the insect world is against me finishing this book!Resonating thoroughly, i wrote down what Flannery O’Connor said when writing one of her novels: “I am 100% pure sick of it; I cannot see it anymore.”
Self-talk was important: Calm yourself. Relax and wait expectantly for the moments and hours and ideas and inspiration to come. They will come, quietly, suddenly, early in the morning, late at night. Be hopeful. Be ready. Let not your heart be troubled. This book will be written.
And the (book) worm turns. This is fun (today)!I wrote, and then, Just finished my book. Rough draft. Surprised by tears. And at another milestone —SbySII went to the printer yesterday and I feel like I’ve sent a child off to camp or college or marriage or somewhere–my part is over; I can’t change anything now, have no more influence… Now my child/creation is on its own to relate to the world.
I also recorded this from Andre Gide and hope i honored the sentiment for i believe it: “Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.”
I believe this too, as both a writer and a reader: “Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.” ~Madeleine L’Engle
Many of YOU appear in my journals because of your feedback and support. Without your interest and encouragement i’m not sure if i could/would have gone the distances. Thanks, to say the least.
Now, this era of my little life is over. So be it. Tomorrow, i will send the final mass email update and out. So goodbye, friends and readers.