Saturday, March 15, 2008

A Breath

A novel's halfway mark is dangerous territory for a writer. At once, your characters must be closer than they've ever been, yet situationally polar from where the story will end. It's also a place filled with plot quicksands, subplots dangling like snapping vines and the realization that in this marathon that is a novel, you're winded and you're not even close.

I'll be "unplugged" for four days. As tempting as it was to pack my laptop for my half-week vacation, I realize that I can't have a hope of capturing life on the page if I don't step out once in a while and experience it. It's the balance that opens us up to new things.

Take care of yourself and the people you love this week.


Marilyn Brant said...

Have a wonderful trip, L.A., you deserve a fun, relaxing getaway!
P.S. Really liked the song "Breath," too.

Anonymous said...

L.A. remember.. no matter where you go, there you are..

May the road treat you kind as you journey.

Sandra Ferguson said...

Wow, oh wow, I hope you and your are dry. I know you'd told me where you were headed, but I couldn't find it on the weather map.

Hey, if it rains on your parade, do take it up with the weather man. I believe you know where to find him. GRIN!