I know with this being the holiday season you’ll think I’m going to address holiday shopping, errands, wrapping of gifts, and cooking. *ding ding* You’re wrong! : )
This is a discussion on change. My author pal, Lynne Marshall, www.lynnemarshall.com had sent me a book as a belated birthday gift: Help Thanks Wow by Anne Lamott. Yes, that Anne, the one who wrote Bird by Bird. I was thrilled because I had not yet bought this new release, and I immediately cracked it open. Then I needed to put it aside to finish content edits on my next romantic suspense. I know. An author’s day is never done.
On Saturday morning, I dropped by Jenny Crusie’s blog and she mentioned it was national ice cream day. I’m not a huge ice cream fan, I seldom buy it, but I played along and left a comment. Somehow, early last week, in the middle of a cold snap and heavy rain…go figure…I had a craving for ice cream and bought a container of lite vanilla from Trader Joe’s. I also had a head cold, and I figured it must have been the desire for comfort food. I had a bowl of it with fresh raspberries, and it was lovely, and then I forgot about it…until Saturday night.
Back to Saturday afternoon, I’d finished up my edits and sent them off to my editor, watched a late afternoon movie, then went to bed early and read a little bit of Help Thanks Wow. Around 11 pm I woke up and wandered out to the kitchen where I served up a bowl of ice cream and sitting in my nightie only, no slippers, turned on the TV. It was a cold, cold night. I watched for five minutes, turned it off, went back to bed and immediately fell asleep. Sunday morning, I woke up puzzled and wondered if I had been sleepwalking.
What does all of this have to do with change? I went back to Crusie’s blog www.Arghink.com on Sunday morning. She’d posted a new blog about change as a writer, like trying a different style, yet her work still being a Crusie because she wrote it. I immediately recalled something Anne Lamott had said in her book, and the night before it had made me chuckle. I’m paraphrasing for a bit, but Lamott had spoken about change and how if we stay where we are, we’re stuck, that we’re comfortable and safe: “We become like mushrooms, living in the dark, with poop up to our chins.”
I’d been worried recently about switching from romantic suspense to contemporary romance. Would my small number of readers follow me when Corsica Gate releases on January 28, 2015? Would they switch easily between the two genres I wanted to write in?
See how I worked in that obvious promo plug? Ha ha.
Anyway, I commented about change on Jenny’s blog and cross-over followers, and realized I was talking about my own situation. And part of me wondered, at 11pm on Saturday night, Jenny, who lives on the East coast, would have been up and writing, she’s a night owl, so was she channeling me reading Anne Lamott, or was I channeling her as she wrote her blog on change? Or was she simply urging me to eat ice cream? Again. We shall never know. But at least we’re trying new things and we aren’t up to our chins in that other stuff.