The first several novels I wrote dealt with the following kinds of themes:
- What happens when a character's life implodes without warning
- Dealing with the death or disablement of a parent
- Dealing with divorce
- Dealing with an empty nest
- Falling in or out of love at an inconvenient time and/or with an inconvenient partner
- Dreaming a new Dream
- Living life according to your own rules
- Rubbing up against social norms
I've gone threw a season when my life became upended, smashed and scattered at my feet. I have dealt with it better than I thought I could. (Thanks to the stories that I wrote just before and during that period, along with the support of friends.) Now, I seem to be ready to put Humpty back together again. In order to do that I have to figure out what kind of person I want to be in the these last seasons of my life.
First and foremost, I already have embraced the title of Author. Finally. After avoiding it for decades, I've seized it, claimed it and owned it as something that should have belonged to me for a long time, but for the paralyzing combination of fear and stubbornness. Whatever else I do, I will write.
I also seem to be playing with the idea of accepting the fact that I play by my own rules. I have always behaved in a very conventional and even somewhat conservative manner. I was the stereotypical Good Girl from the outside, but I have always been totally free in my intellectual and spiritual contemplation. I'm rethinking some of that. I find myself less and less likely to behave in the "conventional" manner for the sake of appearances or to keep other people happy. I want to be one of those old ladies that make people smile behind their hands.
My writing is guiding me in a new direction where I will dream new dreams and try a new way of living.
Let's see where that goes, shall we?