Call me strange, but I am a devotee of messy middles. Revision is my heartland. I love the cut and splice. As much as I enjoy the beginning of a story, the growth of new ideas, I’m happiest when I’ve set the bones and can stitch on flesh and fabric. Revision.
This blog has been a patchwork of learning for the past eight months. I’m thrilled with the connections I’ve made so far. Every comment makes me giddy. Now the bones are set. It’s time to throw some sparks.
First, I’ve changed the title. While “This Messy Life” sums up the state of my carpets and the laundry piled across the bed, it doesn’t describe what matters most in the tick-tock movement of my days. Stories. I think some days I breathe them.
I’m a storyteller, picking at the seams where memory and imagination tangle, where curiosities abound and magic is real. We live the lives we tell ourselves. We narrate who we are. The middle, with its mess, is the substance of the tale.
There are always twists and quirks along the by-ways. And, if we pay attention, a deluge of hidden wonders, the “what ifs” and the “maybes”. My new blog title, “tales of quirk and wonder,” is a stitchery of home. Seated by the fireplace is a newly-polished author bio. It highlights my credentials but keeps the quirks intact.
Next week, I’ll pull the curtain on the best part of this revision, a collaborative venture with the enormously talented photographer Brenda Gottsabend. Join me on Wednesday for the sparky revelation of “Wing-Feather Fables”.
Never fear, I’ll still be messy. I’ll still celebrate the unraveled bits of everyday, the unmatched socks and missing pages. Those are the pieces that make life, of any sort, extraordinary. And, let’s face it, I’m never going to catch up with the dishes in the sink.
If you have a minute, I’d love feedback — of any sort. I’m trying to find an agent and publisher for my novel, so take the gloves off and tell me if you have ideas for improving my bio or any dusty corners of the site. Thank you!