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Yesterday my grandmother was buried. She was close to 102 years old. Very close to me. By that time she’d probably experienced everything she wanted. Seen every season coming and going. Followed children growing up and creating their families….and their children’s families…and their children’s families…How much more does one want. Being her granddaughter I was very close to her, not only because of blood, but love. Strong female role model for me to be inspired by. Knowing that anything one wants to do can be possible if the right spirit and determination is there. She was one of 10 children and she created a great life for herself and us. She didn’t miss anything from life. She went with a smile. And that’s how life should be, lived with a smile.
Again, a white screen.
I’ve written two words – Chapter one. Blank.
What will be my first word? How will I get the readers hooked from the start?
The readers are my judge. I will always write, but my audience decides if I will make it or if I’m doomed to always wait for their approval.
For thousands of hours you write and rewrite, sometimes suffering or as Ernest Hemingway said; “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter – and bleed.”
Pitch black. 4 am. Waiting for the shuttle to come and pick me up for further transport to the airport and Melbourne. Eventually it turns up. The chauffeur talks to me in broken English and I understand that he is trying to say that he is sorry for being 25 minutes late. Lucky enough I have a bit of time up my sleeve. He is talking away in the bus and I can’t understand what he is saying. He is probably thinking bloody immigrant who can’t speak English, one of it is true, but travelling on Australian passport should help a bit. Our lack of communication makes me ponder about how important a language is and that we at least can share one language.
Yes, I get to the airport in time and then the plane is delayed so I end up being 30 minutes late for my meeting. I had the best of intentions though when I stood there in the darkness and waited in the morning – so did probably the driver.
People say to me “you must have a lot of inspiration who can write all these books, more than others”. Some inspiration, but more than anything – discipline. If I would sit and wait for inspiration to come and visit me then I would still be sitting here – without any books written. So many times I don’t feel like writing, but I still pursue it and then after some time inspiration comes and sit next to me. What I’ve written in the first 15 minutes, I nearly always delete because it’s often crap.
So why bother? A very good question that I don’t have an answer to. Why does a swimmer swim back and forth every morning? Maybe to win a swimming competition. Dreaming of Olympic gold medals? As an author I don’t dream of any medals. It’s more than enough if someone now and then mentions that they like what one has written, but not even that is necessary. I think writing is searching for an expression, an avenue and it just want to come out and play.
After much coaxing, Detective Georgia Show, as featured in the Manly Murders series is now on Facebook.
You can check out her profile and add her as a friend by clicking here. You can also check out her background a bit on there as well.
Her partner, Detective Stephen French, is still holding out but now that Detective Show has joined up, we’re sure it won’t be long until you can connect with him on Facebook as well.
Welcome to the first of the blog posts from the Manly Murders team!