After the blog reviews have come and gone and the flurry around the birth of the book into the world has begun to quiet, there comes a time when, still in mid book tour, a writer must face the blank page again. With all that has happened on this journey thus far, all the new people, the thoughts, the sharing and surprises, and all that is to yet to come, it's not surprising that getting back to the art of writing can feel somewhat foreign. Today, I thank "Sue B" for her blog review of my novel, "The Language of Trees". http://suebee2.wordpress.com/2010/09/06/the-language-of-trees/
She summed up my novel so beautifully. When this happens a writer like myself just wants to pick up the phone and say, "Hey, thanks, you got it. And I am so grateful." Her review resurrected the heart of my book, reminded me of something that I had let slip from my mind these past few days as I push myself forward at lightning speed to write my second novel. It is a quote that has provided me much peace. And I find it amazing that sometimes we can forget the hints of wisdom that are in our very own books. Because we're never as wise or peaceful as we are when we are writing.
She picked up on this quote from "The Language of Trees", and I hope it provides a tiny shred or more of peace to all of us, who are still compelled to write, who find ourselves awakened in the middle of the night and inspired to scribble notes on a bedside pad of paper. It is this quote that I am thinking about today as I take my children on a nature hike, and then this evening as I turn back to the pages of Book 2 and begin again.
You can find her review at the link posted above, and the quote she found, like a diamond in a coal mine. As mothers, as writers, as lovers, as partners, and friends, we can try to do and be everything but for those of us with so many aspirations and who try to fit in so many things in one lifetime, well, there must be a time for making peace with what is possible and what we must let go of. Some of the things we want are made solely in order to push us forward, whether we reach that particular goal or not. And we must step back and choose what must be done, and what we can live without. There is value to yearning, as painful as it can be. As Sue B. said, this novel is not about regrets, rather about making peace with one's self and one's life.
Personally, I am a forgetful sort so I must grasp what I knew before, because, well, I may have been wiser yesterday than I am at this moment.