It has become blindingly clear that writing historical fiction, however loosely based in actual history it may be, is far more challenging than creating a fantasy world for your strange characters. I was puzzling over this as I indulged an old procrastination technique, visiting the garden centre. Considering I don’t even have a garden anymore, I’d say my current resistance level is hovering somewhere between scanning old photos and vacuuming the ceiling.
I picked up some pots and plants that I know I won’t murder and after an almond milk latte (yes, coffee has made a reappearance…) I headed home to write.
Then I potted said plants. Cleaned the garage enough to fit the Intrepid Travelers car and sigh, boiled the kettle to get ready to write.
Then I had this wonderful idea for a blog.
But there’s good news. As stuck as I’ve allowed myself to believe I was…I realised with mixed feeling that the story I am writing for Nanowrimo is, in fact, a hero’s journey! I certainly didn’t intend to do that and my cliché-dar is blinking menacingly in the background, but I am going to accept the challenge, not unlike the reluctant hero in my story.
It’s a bit of a reimagining of the Hero’s journey because it’s the story of two women and I am pondering the idea that one best fights the monsters by becoming at least a little monstrous oneself.
Wish me luck!
Today’s new moon in Scorpio has given me a healthy shot of energy. I had yucky weird dreams last night about my car being ransacked and about shipwrecks with missing posters on them. I don’t know wtf those dreams mean, but I’m guessing it’s all about fear of loss. Not of things, but of those I love.
On the subject of coffee, which may also go a long way to explaining the lack of sleep and weird dreams, I was blown away by the following explanation today. Bear with me, I am probably butchering this.
Liking without wanting is heaven, but wanting without liking is hell.
When I drink coffee, though I know it doesn’t make me feel great later, I must get some kind of positive experience. I feel good at the time and cutting out dairy milk is good for my tummy and makes me feel virtuous too. So…the negative experience isn’t enough to make me avoid coffee completely! Whereas the negative experience I get from, say, eating the green salad when I really want the vege pizza keeps me on the path to more pizza down the track…Oh dear, does that make sense??
So to get me to a point where I eat the green salad, I have to get a positive experience at the actual eating phase, not some imagined point in the future where I have abs…
Listen to Dr Hanson. He does a better job than me at explaining it!