It’s not always about looking forward to what’s ahead of you. Sometimes it’s all about looking back at the things that define you.
Mom likes looking ahead – to the next idea, the next manuscript, the next book, the next poem. But sometimes, she HAS to look back. It’s her worst part of writing. She gets ideas all the time, mind writes, writes on the computer, and takes her characters from the beginning to the end – not always in that order.
Then it’s time to revise. *gulp* She is forced to look back at the story she liked (loved) a lot and start deciding what she hates about it. There are even some rules to follow. Like the rule of three, building conflict, and making the ending special by solving a problem, bringing a twist, or circling back. Nobody likes rules. Ugh. Even though looking back is difficult, it has to be done because it makes stories better. So she looks back at every single story she writes, and fixes and fiddles and cuts and corrects and tightens and turns things upside down. Mission accomplished.
Mom looked back in her rear view mirror while we were driving to the Veteran’s Home on Saturday. This is what she saw.
It’s because of this!
I was heading to work to get petted, eat treats, cuddle, give kisses, and make people smile.