New friendships and fun

I had too much fun this past weekend. I got to do things I had been thinking about since I was first introduced to them by my technical advisor for the novel. It’s still being done in the name of research but having a little, or a lot fun, while doing the research is a bonus.

I also got to meet some very interesting people. I wouldn’t be surprised if they popped in and out of my life from now on. Colourful characters and so enthusiastic. It was refreshing I have to admit.

Also got to know my technical advisor’s wife better, too. And she’s pretty fucking awesome. We’ve had short chats before when I had my coffee meetings with my advisor. But this weekend was the first time she and I had a chance to really talk. And she said some wonderful, complimentary things about me and my presence in her husband’s life, and in turn, her life. I didn’t expect to hear those words. And to be honest, I was pretty touched by it. Still am.

It’s going to be great having these two people in my life. They’re good people. I think we’re all on the same wavelength. I mentioned having great chemistry with my advisor in a previous post. That chemistry extends to his wife, as well. I couldn’t have asked for two better people to come into my life than these two.

What I learned, and what was reinforced this weekend, won’t take too much time to absorb and parse out into my writing. It’s about continuing to and constantly laying down the groundwork for future stories. It never stops nor should it ever stop. I know what I want to do for my next project while I develop another idea for a third novel. But these two ideas will have to wait until I’m done with the current project. The summer promises to be busy with the current writing project and with deepening new friendships with folks who feel like I’ve known for a long time.

And now I turn back to my writing, thinking about the stuff I got to do this past weekend. I don’t think of it as a re-energizing of the creative blood that courses through me. I think of it as a reaffirmation that the story I want to tell, is the story I’m meant to tell at this point in my life as an emerging writer. It confirms that the ideas I’ve been thinking about as my next projects, are also the right ones to tackle after the novel becomes a book that you can hold in your hands.

Magic

Creativity is an energy. It’s a precious energy, and it’s something to be protected. A lot of people take for granted that they’re a creative person, but I know from experience, feeling it myself, it is a magic; it is an energy. And it can’t be taken for granted — Ava DuVernay

After forced time away from writing, there is a sense of relief which turns into a small ‘g’ giddiness at the prospect of reacquainting myself with my characters. That giddiness quickly turns into a sense of calm and then sliding easily into the business of telling a story.

As of this past Friday, a huge commitment was completed and I spent the weekend decompressing. I would have preferred to dive right back into writing but it seemed I needed to decompress.

Quite frankly, I think I’m done with decompressing. The urge to write is running through my blood. And there is no excuse to not write. Not anymore. It’s been awhile since I have been in agreement with that sentiment.

I don’t think it will take too long to go from 0 to 100 in ten seconds flat. The urge to not be sociable is growing. What I mean by not being sociable is I mean I would rather write than hang with friends and shoot the shit with them. The need to write is to be heeded. The need to have a few drinks with friends is something I don’t have to heed and don’t care to heed.

The good thing is my friends understand. Those who don’t were never my friends to begin with. I am in no mood to explain myself to anyone.

My social life will take a hit until I finish the book but that’s okay.

The magic of telling stories is far more enticing, far more rewarding, far more satisfying and far more addictive than anything or anyone (and I can name of a few off the top of my head) I can think of at the moment.

I’m not losing out on anything by focusing on what I inherently need and am driven to do. I will learn, absorb and grow in ways I never thought of. That is part of the magic of learning to be a storyteller. That is something I will never take for granted.

Feels like home

When someone shows their appreciation for you, it’s always heart-warming.

This past weekend amplified that sentiment. The sentiment came from two people, both whom I’ve know for less than a year. Both, with whom I’ve become fast friends. So natural. So frighteningly easy. The only other people with whom I became fast friends and long-time confidantes are my best friend, Ali and another woman, who I affectionately refer to my sister. My ‘sister’ shall remain nameless unless she reads this blog and decides it’s fine to refer to her by her name.

The first person who showered me with appreciation and big love was local birth photographer, Elliana Gilbert. I interviewed her for the Winnipeg Free Press and it appeared in the Saturday print edition and online over the weekend. She was floored by the coverage we gave her and the birthing community noticed what the paper had done in shining a light on her, and therefore the subject of birthing. She is a talented photographer with a huge heart and a strong sense of what is right and what is worth fighting for. You gotta admire that in a person. It was this great big dive into the mutual admiration society.

I’m not one for receiving or accepting compliments in a gracious manner because I’m never quite sure that what I’ve done garners that kind of attention. But, I am one to shower compliments to someone who thoroughly deserves it. I don’t throw compliments around like confetti. I can be a pretty discerning confetti thrower. Yeah, I was throwing confetti at her. Lots of confetti.

She throws it back pretty good, too, I gotta admit. I think I’ve managed to brush most of it out of my hair.

The second person to show their appreciation to me was my technical advisor for the current novel I’m working on. I’m still refusing to name him. And it’s probably going to stay that way. He read the interview I did with Elliana and sent me an email telling me how much he enjoyed reading it. And that led him to confessing how much he loves working with me, tossing out additional compliments I wasn’t expecting and telling me how honoured he was that I would seek him out for his help with some of the finer details in the novel.

Damned fool made me blush. It’s not easy to do to me. But he did it.

To be honest, I’m the one who is honoured that he would be willing to answer the questions I have. I’m honoured that he would share some of his time with me and impart some of his knowledge onto me and into my characters and my storytelling. It’s gracious and generous.

As a result, he is offering me more opportunities to learn from him and expand my knowledge base in his area of expertise. It is beyond cool and awesome. I cannot be more grateful to have this person in my life.

Does it sound kinda like a mutual admiration society thing going on here? Yeah, I thought so. Experiencing this kind of love from other creative folks is weird, but in a good way. Love from non-creatives is just different. It’s something I don’t care to seek out because it doesn’t feel easy or right. It’s sort of intuitive… the choice to be comfortable or not.

Being in the company of other creative minds, who also happen to share similar values and sensibilities, feels like home. It feels safe. It’s safe to be unguarded, honest and raw. It’s safe to be inspired and to grow from those associations and friendships. That’s nourishing for the soul. Well, for my soul, it is. Can’t speak for anyone else.

I have so much love and gratitude for the people who light the fire in me, who keep that fire burning and who inspire me to ask more of myself with whatever I endeavour to take on.

I couldn’t possibly ask for anything more than that.