Grace Peterson, friend and author of REACHING–A Memoir, invited me to participate in this blog hop and answer four questions about my writing process. I haven’t blogged anything in quite some time and so I am grateful for this opportunity. I invite you to visit Grace’s blog and check out her memoir on Amazon. What a fascinating story she has to tell!
1. What am I working on?
My one goal this year is to finish my second memoir, a follow on from my first book, and the story of my journey from grief to grace. I can’t tell you much more about it at this time as the book is still a work in progress, much like myself. I find that writing is similar to sculpture, or any other art form. You begin with a blank page, an open canvas or a block of wood, and as you continue, even the artist herself is amazed at what emerges from the bareness. It will certainly be a lighter read than my first book, It Rains In February, which covers the story of my husband’s suicide.
2. How does my work differ from others of its genre?
No story in and of itself is unique. Yet there is only one person who can tell a particular story, their story, in their own voice, and that is what makes each work unique.
3. Why do I write what I do?
I am a storyteller by nature and telling real-life stories is a part of my life. A friend once laughed as she remarked on how I could formulate a simple trip to the grocery store into an interesting story. My writing journey began by journaling my way through pain and grief, which ultimately transformed into my first published book. Writing is a voyage of self-discovery for me and I wonder now how I ever managed without it. Writing has become my form of healing. I write to try and make sense of the inexplicable. I write to put my memories on paper, for my children. I try to do what every writer aspires to, and that is to evoke strong emotions within a reader. I write from the heart and share my stories in the hope that it will not only bring me clarity, but may also provide entertainment, insight and inspiration to others. I write to give hope in a world where there often isn’t any. Stories connect us all and give us a reason to believe that the impossible can be possible.
4. How does my writing process work?
Stories swim around my head all day, every day. Unfortunately, not all of them make their way onto paper. In one moment to the next, a whole story can disappear as my thoughts stray to the shopping list or some other task that requires my attention. I try to make it a priority to scribble down even just one snippet of a thought, in the hope that the memory will return to me later when I have time to sit down and concentrate. I do not write in consecutive order or linear time. I write what comes into my mind or heart. A feeling, a smell, a reminder, a look from a stranger, a dream, or a song on the radio that stirs up a memory.
Books, however, do not write themselves and it is vital to set aside regular dedicated writing slots where there are no other distractions. For me, this happens at night time after the rest of the world has settled down. This is not necessarily the time when inspiration flows, so I’ll often use this opportunity to look at my random notes and attempt to continue the thought process. It also helps me to have some goals in place. This year I have committed to write something every day, even if it is only one sentence. And I have a goal to finish my current book by the end of this year. I have discovered a nifty writing tool, Scrivener, which I am using to create my new book.
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Leila Summers is a storyteller, writer and personal coach with a love for all things creative and human. She lives in South Africa with her two daughters and animal friends. Leila published her first book, It Rains in February: A Wife’s Memoir of Love and Loss, in 2011 and is currently working on her second memoir.
Many thanks to Grace for tagging me. To keep the blog hop going, I have been asked to tag some blogging author friends. I invite you to visit their blogs next Monday, March 10th, to read about their own writing processes.
June Collins made international news headlines in 1969 when she became a whistle-blower and testified before a U.S. Senate Committee. She pointed the finger at a group of corrupt American Army sergeants who had made millions in Vietnam by demanding kickbacks from all booking agents and sales people. June, an ex exotic dancer, had provided rock bands to the US military camps during the war. After destroying her business by listening to her conscience, she made a comeback when The Khaki Mafia, (co-authored with Robin Moore, author of The French Connection) was published and became a best seller book. During her many years living in Asia, June had become appalled by the plight of the abandoned street children. In her home country, Australia, adoption was near impossible. Therefore, she chose to remain in the USA. Eventually she was able to adopt six children, ranging in age from three to thirteen, from India, Korea, Columbia and the USA. Once the children were grown she again turned to writing and has written two more books. Goodbye Junie Moon is the non-fictionalized story about her encounters with The Khaki Mafia. The sequel, Junie moon Rising, shows her recovery from PTSD after the war ends and she tries to fit back into civilian life. Following a turbulent life, she now resides in relative tranquility on a mountain top overlooking the ocean in Queensland, Australia. Find out more about June at her blog and on Facebook and Twitter.
Curious about everything, Faith A. Colburn earned an undergraduate degree in journalism and political science, then got a job as public information officer for a state game and fish management agency. After more than a decade with the state agency, she moved back to the family farm for another decade where she went bankrupt with her husband. (The timing was awful, just before the beginning of her generation’s farm crisis.) Next, she earned a master’s degree in journalism and went to work for a social ministry organization that provided services for people with developmental disabilities. Downsized from that job, she signed on as a communication specialist for a university research and extension center. From there, she went on to earn a master of arts in English – Creative Writing, receiving the outstanding work of fiction award in 2009 and the outstanding thesis in the college of fine arts and humanities award in 2012. She has three sons, a step-daughter, and step-son. She currently has two books available in paperback and ebook formats, Threshold: A Memoir and From Picas to Bytes, and is currently working on a novel based on the lives of a big band singer and a shell-shocked World War II vet. The award-winning short story, Driving: A Short Story, is available on Amazon.com. She blogs at faithanncolburn.com and maintains a Facebook page.
It’s been some time since I’ve written anything on this blog and so I thought I’d give a quick update on where I am. In January, I wrote a post with many ideas about my plans for this year including starting to write Book 2. Writing went well for a month or so. After that I put all my journal entries and notes into one place on my computer and added some scribbled ideas here and there, but to be honest, I haven’t really been writing. Not yet, anyway…
My last blog post was at the beginning of May, and a lot has happened in my life since then. Firstly, it wasn’t as easy as I had hoped to get by without the income from the sale of my house after I put the balance away with the idea of using it for a trip overseas to promote Book 2. Life became somewhat of a struggle and I wasn’t making ends meet financially. All work dried up, Book 1 sales dropped, and I lost inspiration for writing Book 2. Some days, I did nothing but worry about how I was going to feed myself and the girls.
By the end of May, it was an effort to remain positive. It was during this time that I listened to several online inspirational talks on the Hay House World Summit, selecting the ones around the topic of abundance. During one of the talks, the speaker asked the question, “If you could do anything you wanted to do as a career, without any conditions attached, what would you do?” I sat with that question for one night. The following morning, I answered it in my journal. I would be a Life Coach. This wasn’t something I had ever considered before that moment. I immediately googled life coaching courses in my area and as synchronicity would have it, I discovered to my amazement that Hay House was holding their first ever training in the nearby city of Cape Town beginning two weeks later! I signed up, remembering that I could pay for the course with the money I had saved for my overseas trip. From that moment on, things have been falling into place rather effortlessly in my life. I discovered my purpose!
As a certified Heal Your Life® Teacher and Facilitator, I have not only experienced incredible healing, purpose, abundance and joy in my own life, but I also find immense joy in working with others on changing perceptions, learning to love themselves and live their best lives! I am so grateful that I followed the intuitive signs that have led me to this wonderfully fulfilling place in my own life. I am now in a space to follow my inner promptings and continue to write Book 2.
I have started a new Facebook Page where I share regular inspirational posts. Would be lovely to connect with you there.
Much love and excitement,
At the beginning of the year the owners of my rental house came to do their annual inspection. While walking around the garden together, they gave me some information about certain plants and trees. I had a particular interest in two trees. One bears both oranges and lemons on the same tree, and the other bears both apricots and nectarines. It seems that the previous owners had managed to graft two trees together so that the trunks merged and only one trunk is visible making it look like the same tree. I found this fascinating. The owners were particularly surprised to see that the avocado tree was full of leaves. They told me that when they bought the house, they were advised by a garden expert to cut the tree down as it was dead and would never again bear any fruit. The owners had decided not to remove the dead tree but rather to give it a chance. In the last month, I was amazed to find that the tree is bearing fruit! It was another small reminder not to believe it when we are told that there is absolutely no chance. Sometimes incredible things do happen against all odds.
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. ~ Albert Einstein
Some people say that there are no such things as miracles, but I believe that miracles happen every day, if we only know how to see them.
I wear two rings on my right hand – my Nana’s antique ring, and my wedding ring. They sit comfortably next to each other as reminders of two special people I love who are no longer on this earth. A few hours before my Nana died, the nurse took the ring off her finger as her hands began to swell. I put it onto my right hand for safe keeping and that is where it has remained. When my husband died just over a year later, I moved my wedding ring next to it. I have almost lost both rings before, but they came back to me.
Last week Tuesday, I had a few errands to run in the nearby town before driving to the airport to fetch a friend. After I had been to three different places, I dropped the girls at ballet before heading to the airport. It was only when I turned onto the highway that I noticed there was something missing. There was a black hole in my Nana’s ring where the beautiful rectangular aquamarine stone should have been. My heart sank. Where had it fallen out? How would I find it? I tried to calm down with self talk. It was only a physical thing. It wasn’t the end of the world. It would be okay. Perhaps I would still find it.
As the days went by, I grew less hopeful. We searched every place where I had been that day. I had gone through my handbag and car with a fine tooth comb. Still, I continued to wear the ring with its empty space in the hope that the stone might find its way back to me. Though I felt sad, I tried to remind myself that things aren’t as important as people, and I will always have my Nana and her memories even without her ring. I also asked her, if she has such powers on the other side, to try and make sure that if I wasn’t to find the stone, that someone who really needed it would find it, so that it could at least help another family.
Today, six days after the stone went missing, I was on the phone to a good friend relaying the story to her. I explained that I was still wearing the empty ring, and would only take it off when I believed that the stone was truly gone and there was no chance of finding it again. After we had spoken for a while, my girls walked into the room with three of their friends. I gave them the signal that I wasn’t to be disturbed as I was on the phone, but they only smiled and said, “I think you will want to hear this Mom.” And then a little boy opened his hand and inside his sweaty palm, sat my shiny little aquamarine stone. I screamed with delight, shouting into the phone. I could hardly believe my eyes!
Later, the little boy showed me where he had found it on the brick paving outside the kitchen door. A place I have swept furiously several times in the last few days. It seemed impossible that it could have stayed there through the wind, the rain, and all my sweeping. The more I thought about it, the more impossible it seemed and as I sat outside with a cup of coffee, I wondered… Could my Nana have put it there? Or at least protected it so that the broomstick hadn’t sent it flying off into the garden never to be found again. However it happened is still a mystery, but for me there is no doubt that it is a true miracle. My Nana must have known that I was the person who needed it the most.
In February I read a memoir and realized that I really appreciate seeing photographs of the characters in the book. So I made a photo album from the time period covered in my memoir, It Rains In February, and uploaded it to YouTube for those who would like to put images to the story. The song is sung by my late husband and is mentioned in the book.
February has been a month of sadness as well as incredible inspiration and excitement. It was six years ago today that my husband took his life. I share the story in my book, It Rains In February: A Wife’s Memoir of Love and Loss, which is free all weekend (22-25 February) on Amazon Kindle. In addition to it being the anniversary of my husband’s death, I was faced with an added reminder of the fragility of life when a toddler tragically drowned in our community. I have found myself looking at my own children with such heightened love, appreciation and deep gratitude. My darling Rose made me the sweetest Valentine card which read –
I love you more than the sun,
the moon, the stars and the sea.
You are the best!
I love you in the day
I love you in the nigte
I love you every seckind of my life!
Speaking of Valentine’s, my new book seems to have taken on a life of its own, as a story is unfolding right before my eyes, and I am simply writing it down. It’s all very exciting and if everything works out, I hope to publish in 2014. I recently listened to a talk where the speaker equated having big dreams with shooting out arrows of possibility so that when the opportunities do arise, you’re ready to say yes! Opportunities have arisen and I’ve said yes. And everything seems to be falling into place perfectly.
Much love to you all and keep dreaming x
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