August 9, 2015
The notifications from my Google calendar continue to invade my in-box. Though I put them in the calendar myself, they are rather annoying. They were part of my plan, markers of the entries in Nan’s journal from Steeple in the Distance. The notifications remind me of my intent to parallel the entry dates in Annabelle Kathleen Delainey’s 1900 journal with that of Annabelle Kathleen Delainey 2000. At present they nag with the knowledge my schedule has, to this point, been ignored. I could inundate you with a myriad of reasons…okay, excuses…but I’ll spare you the close encounters with the buffalo crossing, the poison ivy, the weeds in the garden, grandchildren…those are for other posts.
Now it is August and time to begin again. What do I know about this book? I know the title, Called Katie Belle. I know the family, the settings, the main characters and the time frame. What have I done to date? Created a new file and numbered two documents for the first two chapters. Both documents are blank beyond the headings, 001 and 002. What do I anticipate? Satisfaction of a completed phrase, sentence, paragraph, page, or chapter. Fist pump of excitement with a character, scene, dialogue or plot line. The discouragement of a forced, uninspired slog, the agony of self-doubt, the frustration of the day job’s interrupting clamor.
So where to begin? It’s back to basics. Not simply the obvious basics of a, first paragraph, first page, first chapter, but I must return every morning to my roots. “in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit” In that name is the beauty of the LORD, Creator, Redeemer, Sanctifier. The LORD who by His grace has saved me. The LORD who inspires me to live my life to the “praise of the glory of His grace.” (Eph. 1:6) Those are the basics. They let me begin again. “And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us; and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.” Ps. 90:17
How will Katie’s story develop? Tomorrow, hopefully, Katie will begin to whisper in my ear. She will read the journal passed on to her from Annabelle Kathleen, called, Nan and enter her first post as Annabelle Kathleen, called, Katie, on her website. Perhaps instead of echoing Bach’s Latin phrase, Soli Deo Gloria, ( To God Alone Glory) she will echo the Spanish, Vaya con Dios (Go with God). After all, it’s a new century and I would suspect the Lutheran high school Katie attends will keep up with the times.
So the “tomorrow” of this post was yesterday. I did make a start. But it was the sort of slog writing that normally doesn’t come until mid-book. A friend’s visit saved me and the story from further agony. I began again, today. The inspiration of a slight twist to the original plan rescued me from the slog of the previous day. Over 1000 words later it’s time to quit for the day. Not in frustration over the household tasks which require attention, but with satisfaction. The “Katie Belle” has found a current. Maybe it’s not THE current yet. At least it’s one.
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