A writer's life

The morning you get up and find no greater joy than staying in your pajamas, cup of java in hand, a journal and ink pen and write for three or four hours straight, getting up to pee, get more coffee, get back in bed or under a comforter...you know you have arrived at the helm of the writer's ship and you've hitched a ride on the subconscious stream that feeds the writer's fingers. It is exhilarating and thrilling and amazingly the writing is good. It is real and it is so surprising what comes up from some fount of experience, of living and loving, grieving and searching.

By accident I discovered Diana Gabaldon's The Fiery Cross, a historical romp of such magnitude, wisdom and exploration of human love and human struggle that I have been glued to a little cassette player I actually bought for $14 to play cassettes in my home. (My only player has been in my 1995 Ford.) No author that I have read integrates history, human imperfection and human courage, medical science, and U.S. and Scottish history...but that is not all that is there. No, there is a subconscious stream that flows through Gibaldon's brain onto the page that comes like a strong river flow with no perturbances.

Go to her website to stand at the helm of her ship: http://www.dianagabaldon.com/

I am discovering the connection to an ocean of consciousness where wisdom, characters, and historical information flow from the cauldron of human experience spaning the ages from the first conscious beings to the present. It is not an individual contribution, but the contribution of the ages and the writer is nothing but a willing conduit.

Mystifying. And a part of this writer's life.

All the best,

Susan