Down every road is a story. The telling of my story has a distinct before and after quality to it. My life before, was a love story. A Hallmark movie. With a couple of I Love Lucy episodes thrown in for good measure. Boy meets girl in high school. Sweeps her off her feet and marries her. But after 41 years of love and laughter, the bottom fell out with the uttering of one little word. Cancer. A love I thought I'd grow old in, slipped away in the middle of the night. Leaving me to ask, what now?
Thankfully the writing that sustained me through my entire life was there to catch me when I fell. At first I poured it all out onto the pages of my journal. A mix of words, ink, and tears tucked safely between the leather covers.
Here I am in the after part of my story. But the after is also the NOW. Eventually the purging of emotion led me back to another story that had been pushed to the back burner during trying times. Characters who had been waiting patiently began to nudge and push. It was time to sit down at the computer and let the story be told. Let the healing begin.
When I ask the question, who am I now?...I realize though the road may have changed, I'm still a storyteller.
If it's one thing I know about; it's love. But I'm not interested in simply writing about; boy meets girl. My tag line is: Romance may be pretty, but love stories are real. And that's exactly where I want to be when I'm writing. Down deep, where the real story lives. Because love is messy. And glorious. I want to roll around in a story and fall in love. Want to come with me?