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Mercy's Cedar Coffin

I am going out today. While I am out, I hope that I take the time to sit in the bookstore with coffee and read something that is cunning enough to capture my interest. If I do, I will buy it and carry it home lovingly and I will read lustfully…. and then I will mourn when I’ve read the last line. I always mourn the endings, I grief the loss of those characters, they are friends, sometimes best friends! There is a lingering, a melancholy homesickness that never really goes away. Good books haunt me in pretty little ways that are never ending.

I yammer on about writing a book myself, and then, the dark dawn and the stark page confront me, and, I try to become honest and I ask myself, “Am I a writer or a reader, and what is the difference?” “How does one cross from one portal to the next?”

How will I ever send my beloved character to anyone and not be fearful that she will be tossed in the trash can, or scorned, abused, misunderstood, and rejected again and again?  It feels much calmer for me to cover her with a warm quilt and put her to bed in a rose scented cedar drawer where I know that she is safe and warmly aromatic. I won’t forget her, I will visit her, and I will love her always. It's a romantic notion to want to be an author, the blush of the cheeks is the idea, the plot, the first tender kiss, the opening line. Then, things get complicated, one swells and leaks, the slender lines of flirtation grow bulky and awkward, one becomes emotional and constipated, one worries and frets, the tender romance becomes a raging complicated relationship, thoughts of divorce or murder come to mind. If a writer gets through the back breaking, soul bending agonies of a long labor, and then, the dull, endless grunting and pushing, the tearing and the messy spillage of their blood, sweat and tears, then finally, the glorious emptying of their literary wombs, how can they ever accomplish a graceful hand over with dripping breasts and the need to nurture pressing upon the heart in such urgent ways? Aren’t all writers “birth Moms,” it’s easy to say those two words, but, I imagine that it is not so easy to be one. I think it was Truman Capote who said that to finish a novel is like taking your child out into the back yard and shooting her, I am nowhere near finishing, but, I can understand what he is saying already and I cannot imagine that kind of courage.
hillbillycrone hillbillycrone 56-60, F 5 Responses Feb 20, 2012

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I am smiliing and thanking you for your kind comment. I hope this day brings you many bright blessings. I love your EP name, sounds like something my son would choose...He hiked some on the Appalachian trail last Summer and leaves again in April for another jaunt.

Beautiful writing as usual, and Wow! such powerful analogies.<br />
I think to be a writer you must first be a reader.<br />
This post expresses the thoughts I had, and the idea I was trying to put down in words, when I wrote my story 'Reading a perverse pleasure', only you have aachieved it with so much more passion and imagination.<br />
I bow to your superior writing skills.<br />
Nice post.

You need not bow darling, your story was divine, I was standing in the room, breathing the same air...I loved every word and wanted more....thank YOU!

sis .. i am the same way.. I like to get series of books so that i get to spend even longer with the characters. Then when the books end i feel this sense of loss and i mourn them. I thought i was the only one that did that. I sometimes will carry the story on.. myself in a journal.. because there is more that i wish for the characters. I can't put a book down and i find myself caught up in the magickal worlds that i read about and wondering where my wolf.. my shapshifter is.. where is my lifemate that will rescue me from this mundane world and show the me the colors i have been missing.<br />
I love this posting sis.. as always you are awesome.loving and wise...i love you

This is amazing, I have never known anyone to carry on a character in a journal, I love this sis...and I love you too, thank you for reading and for sharing. Blessings Always~

I'm afraid I am dreaming more than writing! ;-) Thanks for stopping by Willow, have a fine and merry day!

i understand what you mean about the feeling you get when you finish a book. i get that too. it does almost seem as if you are losing a best friend.<br />
hey, did i ever tell you that my hometown is also the hometown of truman capote and harper lee. when i was on art scholarship in the local community college, we got to paint a mural on one of the buildings in the town square to celebrate harper lee's book, "to kill a mockingbird" (i love that book)<br />
the state declared my hometown the "literary capital of alabama". i shudder to think of what the literacy rate is in the above mentioned town...(its sort of a poor town now that the factories moved to mexico)<br />
im rambling,<br />
hope you have a great day out and i Hope Salem doesnt eat Sammy while your gone! hehehe

Truman Capote AND Harper Lee...just amazing!! I put Sammy in the bedroom behind lock and key....Salem gets a little naughty when I go out sometimes....Thanks for reading and commenting darling, I hope your day is a most merry adventure, blessings always.


how are you i am fine
and i would like to add u in my list

Are you a writer or a witch or a these are generally the folks in my circle. I need to know a little about you please. Thank you very much.