A Monday in October
Hello from the mountains, on a Monday morning.
As I am working on the sequel and waiting on news about Voyage of the Pleiades, I have been thinking about how as authors, we get to determine the development of our characters. The unpredictability of our world and our lives, has only been more palpable during the pandemic, but in the realm of fiction, we hold the magic to determine the outcomes. We wield power, but power with great responsibility. In a life where there is no guarantee of a happily ever after, is an author obligated to mimic reality or to give us an escape from the dust of our lives? I have many, many thoughts on this question and I know how it has influenced my own writing. In my opinion, the bitter makes the sweet that much more potent. Without the darkness, the light has no contrast.
Perhaps it is worth considering these thoughts while listening to the mix I made while writing Voyage of the Pleiades? If you read this post on my substack page, there is a comment field and I would love for you to share your opinions. Happy Monday, friends.
Lovely song. I sense your novel in the music. It seems our writing is so often shaped by the container we're creating it in--the people that hold and support the work, those that hold our hands through it, our imagined readers, our beloved muses, those with which we have something to prove or disprove, and the music, art and conditions of the times.