Gather Ye Rosebuds

I’m at Word-Whores today talking a little bit about time. And truthfully, I had a much different blog post in mind, but it got a bit hi-jacked by thoughts of my mother, so if it appears a bit melodramatic or melancholy, than I apologize for that.

And incidentally, I’ve gotten a lot of questions about where my “inspiration” came from on writing A Brush of Darkness. Thus far, I skirt the question a bit  – one scene came from a dream, for example, or that I wanted to explore a story about an incubus. But  I suspect there was a good deal of my own grief that was the precursor to it. Guess it’s that write-what-you-know thing. Abby’s mother is dead (of a car crash) in the book and some of the story centers around Abby’s denial of that fact. Although Abby is NOT my avatar, I will fully cop that much of that part of the storyline comes from me and my own sense of denial. It’s still a rather public way of working through my issues, but if the end result was a book that others will read, then I can’t really complain too much.

What I can promise is that although Abby’s mother’s death is an underlying theme for the first book, it is not the ONLY theme. Abby does move towards acceptance of the fact and continues to work through it in Book 2. (As the draft currently stands, there’s a key point which hinges upon this acceptance.)

Growth and rebirth and moving on, as they say.

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2 Responses to Gather Ye Rosebuds

  1. D. F. says:

    My own mother having recently (and quite unexpectedly) passed away less than a year ago, I totally understand where you are coming from.  I'm still in denial, the stage in which I still pick up the phone to call her and such.  The more you talk about Brush of Darkness, the more I can't wait to read it!  As on hurting survivor to another, I'll muster the courage to tell you, Hang on! We CAN get through this.

  2. mynfel says:

    Thanks. And yes, we can. 

    My biggest concern is that readers might interpret some of the stuff that Abby does as my own baggage…and it's not. Abby has a lot of me in her, but she is not me. But I don't want to hide how she came to be either. (Which sounds odd, given that she's fictional, but there you go…)

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