How’s it going? Last night I found out that my laptop works well with a connection that’s not the one at home, so this seems like it could be a router issue (so I’m glad that the new router is on its way now, even though if my computer were a little stronger, it may be able to resist these fluctuations, I dunno).
Let’s get to it.
For some reason, bits of an episode of Supernatural popped into my head the other day. It’s the one where Charlie is kidnapped, and Dean has to enter her dreams to save her. She’s in a hospital shooting vampires (I thought it was zombies, but it’s been awhile), and Dean says she’s afraid to lose “her,” referring to her mom…who’s been in a coma for 16 years after she was in a car wreck.
The interesting thing about it, to me, is that someone (I think it was the hospital receptionist) told Dean that someone would read to the woman who ended up being Charlie’s mom.
So that part of it ends with Charlie reading to her mom one last time, which I got the distinct impression was not the first time this happened.
Charlie kept that routine, that comfort, even though it didn’t seem like there was a huge benefit to it, at least from the outside looking in.
Sometimes that’s how writing can end up–routine. That can be good, like having a schedule of regular things you do every day to get clients, or sitting down at the same time every day to write.
Sometimes it’s easy to stick to what’s familiar because the unknown seems scary. So writing in the same genre, getting the same types of clients, or what-have-ya becomes the norm. To me, there’s a difference between knowing you’re good at something, and being unwilling to try new things (something I’ve been forced to come to grips with over the past couple weeks).
Until next time,
Ty
