Lines untied

Wow, I had a book idea this morning shortly after having a momo. (Don't ask where that came from, we can't tell you, but it's our speak for "emotional moment.")

As I might have mentioned, I've struggled with finding my own personal voice in writing adult fiction this year, and that's partly why I decided to stop and take time to work on a middle grade or young adult book--I feel really good about that voice and it was easy for me to get in the groove. I have struggled with the women's fiction book I am currently about half through, although like I said last time, I have a new outlook on it suddenly. It has serious overtones, but also lots of nice, pleasant scenes of just family and relationships.

I love Jodi Picoult, and although I don't want to be "just like her," I admire her style of writing greatly and it really moves me. The style that's kind of inline with Jacquelyn Mitchard as well. So, this idea I had this morning would definitely lend itself more to that type of "Picoult-esque" voice--mine, obviously, but about a serious issue of the heart. One I can also relate to (didn't I mention it came from my very own momo? Heh.) I made some quick notes so I wouldn't forget, and am going to let it mull a little in my own heart and head while I finish up TF, Book the first. (Don't you love Lemony Snickets? You should read one or two if you haven't!)

My lyric for today might have been used back at the beginning of this blog, but it's there in my head again today.

Lyric of the Day

I have drifted down a ways along the shoreline,
I just watched these ropes give way
where they were tied.
I could have reached out quick when the ropes first slipped, if I had tried,
but I was wondering
where the wind was trying to take me
overnight, if I never did resist, and
what strange breezes make a sailor want to
let it come to this,
with lines untied, slipping through my fist.

David Wilcox, Slipping Through My Fist, from Underneath