Once (lol also the only book I've written) I wrote a book that I thought was just a spiritual memoir / faith deconstruction narrative and then I realized I was writing about a thing that seemed to be most accurately identified as religious trauma... and here we are!
Every time I write anything, the book (or whatever) surprises me. My first novel, Trees in the Pavement, ended up having a plot, for one thing! I wasn't sure when I started. I just started writing about a fictional little refugee girl after having worked for five years with refugees in the UK. From the first chapter she had a mind of her own, and her story kind of wrote itself.
When I wrote Favored One, the novel about Miryam the mother of Yeshua, I was surprised and satisfied with how it ended...I wasn't sure how I'd wrap up a story about her when she kind of disappears from the record after the resurrection.
I'm basically at the point where (once I get myself motivated to write anything, which is the bigger issue here these days), I'm just curious to know where it's going to take me because I already know I have no idea. 😂
You didn't lose, friend - I'm sure it was a win-win!
It really was. 🩵
Once (lol also the only book I've written) I wrote a book that I thought was just a spiritual memoir / faith deconstruction narrative and then I realized I was writing about a thing that seemed to be most accurately identified as religious trauma... and here we are!
I LOVE THIS FOR YOU (AND US). 🩷
Every time I write anything, the book (or whatever) surprises me. My first novel, Trees in the Pavement, ended up having a plot, for one thing! I wasn't sure when I started. I just started writing about a fictional little refugee girl after having worked for five years with refugees in the UK. From the first chapter she had a mind of her own, and her story kind of wrote itself.
When I wrote Favored One, the novel about Miryam the mother of Yeshua, I was surprised and satisfied with how it ended...I wasn't sure how I'd wrap up a story about her when she kind of disappears from the record after the resurrection.
And the little short-story I impromptu'd during Winter Solace, which I posted here Tuesday night, was not *anything* I anticipated. Not one part of it. https://open.substack.com/pub/jennwith2ns/p/when-jesus-goes-indoors?r=1eou4q&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
That’s some BIG MAGIC (shout out to Liz Gilbert) right there. 🩷✨
I'm basically at the point where (once I get myself motivated to write anything, which is the bigger issue here these days), I'm just curious to know where it's going to take me because I already know I have no idea. 😂
The next poem after this one in my book is about that exact thing. 🩵
I love that.