I write fiction, an art which involves imbuing each moment of my narrative with meaning and significance.
I never get it right on the first draft.
But as a writer, I can make time spool and unspool, rewriting until each scene arrests the reader, replacing the chatter of daily life with a far better story.
Real life rarely gets this kind of attention. For better or worse all of life is first-draft. It often feels more hurried than meaningful, a to-do list never accomplished.
But there are moments…
Remember dancing with your boyfriend in the gym, eyes closed?
Remember holding your new baby for the first time, or the way the sky looked just this morning?
It’s those slow-dance moments that make life more than an accumulation of days or tasks crossed off a list. Even the ordinary contains the extraordinary if we pay attention.
I want to slow down.
I want to write about life as if it were as significant as fiction.
If you want to add your comments and stories to mine, I’d appreciate the company.