Stop the Merry-Go-Round!
I’m so sorry, my dear Lunatics! December is one of my busiest months, and it’s been crazier than normal this year. What with all of the school holiday events, concerts, and the Christmas shopping I am spinning at breakneck speed. Every so often I think to myself “stop the merry-go-round…I want to get off!” It has been hectic, especially this week. We have events planned for every day starting this past Sunday and ending…well, I’m not sure it will end until January. I have been able to take a an hour here and there for myself and I have relished every minute of those times.
One of the things I was able to finally complete was the book Rooms by Lauren Oliver. I finished it yesterday. At first I was excited about it. Oliver wrote it with six different points of view and that intrigued me, and was the only thing that kept me reading in the end. Typically, it’s hard to write from that many perspectives. The voices of your characters either get lost or begin to sound the same. The reason, I believe, that it worked for Ms. Oliver is that four of her characters were written in third person perspective basically. As the reader you have all of the information. You are in each character’s head pretty much, and you receive more information about the story this way. The other two perspectives are in first person. You have access to only that characters feelings and emotions. So, in this case, the story was able to flow. However, by the middle of the book I got bored. There were instances where I began to question why certain events were happening. There is a scene where two officers come by to tell the family about a girl who is missing. Okay, why? That didn’t seem natural to me. I’ve never had officers come by to personally tell me or ask me about a missing girl. Not unless you are involved somehow in her disappearance would they talk to you about it. So, why was it happening in the book? Especially since it hadn’t been mentioned previously. Later you do find out the importance but by that time you are still wondering why it was involved anyway. I also felt that there was a redundancy going on. There were several instances where I just stopped reading and began skimming because I already had the information I needed to proceed with the story. I get that certain things were important. I didn’t need to be told that so many times. Then, the book felt as if it were just ready to end and so it wrapped everything up too quickly or maybe too neatly. Personally, I felt the book just fell flat towards the end, and I was pretty much happy it was over by then. Now I’m back to Before I Go To Sleep and I’m getting into the meat of the story. So far, so good.
With every thing that’s been going on since December started I haven’t really done much writing. I have a little more worked on the tower scene for Witch Queen. I had to stop working on it when I got sick but I plan on picking it back up in January. We’ll see how things go. I am working on storyboarding my notes, and I’m hoping that will help me get this thing written, especially since I am having an abundance of future book ideas lately. I do have a poem I wrote recently, although I didn’t write it for me or about any aspect of my life. I was just sitting down and thinking of how much I wanted the sun to come back because we had two weeks of cloudy skies. Then, this poem poured out. It was after I wrote it that I heard about someone I knew who just ended a long term relationship. My heart is hurting for her, and I hope she knows she is being thought of. Endings are almost always painful. There’s never really any good ending. But there is always hope for the future. Unfortunately, the pain must be felt and experienced before the sun will come out in your heart. It will get better, and my heart goes with you, my darling. (big hugs sweetie-you know who you are). This poem is for you, though your ending is a little different.
I have two hats I have to knit by tomorrow so I can go out with the girls. I’m going to be busy today with that and wrapping presents and some housework to complete. Plus, my 15 year old has some theater club show tonight. Busy, busy, busy. For the rest of you, I hope you are having a Happy Wednesday.
By Jessica Scott
Where are you?
I look at the night sky but the stars are not your eyes,
And though the sun holds the warmth of your smile,
It does not light up the room the way you do when you walk in.
I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your breathing,
The sound of your sighs.
I cannot hear your voice but the memory of it fills my dreams
And echoes down the hallways of my heart.
The burning trail your fingers tattooed on my skin has cooled
And left me aching for your touch.
I know why you had to leave,
Your reasons for traveling on alone,
But the anguish in my soul when I think about you now
Only reminds me of the loss of the only thing that holds me together in the dark.