I am trampled on snow,
You take a piece of me wherever you go.
A fragment dragged from the sole of your shoe,
My shape changed, no longer new.
A smooth surface with a gaping hole,
I wear your imprint like a scar.
Unable to fill the spot where you left,
A piece is gone, a new kind of theft.
I am a twig trapped beneath a sheet of ice
My path to freedom, translucent
Forced to wait;
To feel the warmth in spring’s finger tips
Instead of cracking free on my own
Trapped I am; my strength frozen
All I can do is wait
Here is a quote from my first completed novel, MARKS IN STONE. The experience of completing my first novel has been beyond inspiring and I cannot wait to dive deeper into the process of what’s next! On top of this, I am feeling even more inspired to begin building new projects.
”Some things in nature cannot be stopped; trees are meant to grow, snow is meant to fall, butterflies are meant to fly. And I’ll be damned if I thought any of those things could be stopped by me.”
Everything begins with an idea.
When I think about that, I become overwhelmed. No matter what we are looking to create: a business, a design, a novel, everything begins with a simple idea. For me, that is the most exciting part of writing a novel or short story. I love the time before taking pen to paper and having this idea that lives and breathes within my mind, where it’s only a little seed needing so much to grow into what I hope it to be. Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s ineffective. But maybe it’s not.
Recently I finished working on my first novel. I began this project several months ago, yet today I am literally still finding crumbled up pieces of scribbled on paper in my coat pockets. A lot of the time I would get an idea and quickly jot it down, then stuff it into a pocket to later expand upon. It is crazy to look back and see these tiny notes now turned into something much bigger… a story. Which was, at one point, just an idea I thought of. The characters that live in this newly constructed world were once just ideas, names, and ink on paper thrown into a pocket. Don’t worry, I’ve since gotten a notebook. RIP finding notes in my pocket.
Here’s a little Monday inspiration for you. Nothing can happen without an idea, so if you have one, water that seed and then let it grow into whatever it is meant to be.