Day 19 of the Golden Coffee Cup. Whoo hoo! I can just feel the momentum. The euphoria is beginning. But if you're struggling, take a deep breath, wipe the slate clean, and remember again, this is yet another day with no mistakes. It's never too late to start a journey or get back on track.
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Today is comes a toast-with-your friends high five. Clockwise Conrad Wesselhoeft, Me, Megan Bilder, Cathy Benson, Susan Greenway and Louise Spiegler.
Conrad Wesselhoeft, author of upcoming ADIOS, NIRVANA from Houghton Mifflin, offers more piping hot stuff. I'm sure it will super charge your work.
First, Conrad connects plot and a sneeze:
The way I plot a novel pretty much parallels the way I sneeze. That's because a good story, like a good sneeze, both contain:
1. The "inciting moment" when you know something's going to happen and all other thoughts fly out of your head.
2. The mindful build-up that contains a sense--and hope--of inevitable culmination
3. The culmination itself--very cathartic and satisfying.
4. The mopping up.
Next, for all the storytellers on this journey, Conrad puts our journey in a nutshell:
It boils down to the importance of storytelling. Sentence-writing and paragraph-polishing are important, of course, but storytelling is the key. This is not too different from what our ancestors sitting on the river bank, around the smoky fire, were doing 25,000 years ago. Telling stories.
And last from Conrad, a special key to help you move forward.
Faith is another thing--faith in self. It can be hard to sustain, in this funny business of writing fiction. Specifically, faith that what we're doing is important. (It is!) And faith that the creative mists of the mind will ultimately crystallize--that we will have that breakthrough. (We can only hope.)
Have a little faith today, folks. I'm sure you will find magic on the page. See you tomorrow for the next cup of hot java.
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. Anton Chekhov.
A friend might well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature. Ralph Waldo Emerson.