I love Indiana Jones. He’s the original tomb raider. It’s his adventures that got me hooked on the genre, and he remains the best for me. He goes in, gets into trouble, snags his treasure (probably gets into a little more trouble), and gets out to safety. But as great as he is at thinking on his feet, even Indy usually starts off with a plan. When you’re heading into the jungle of a family event you have to make a plan to make sure you get out alive with your treasure – those coveted family stories.
Family. Some of us are lucky to have one that we adore. Others are lucky that they haven’t ended up dressed in orange at the local county jail. Here’s the thing: You don’t have to like your relatives to record your family stories anyway. Those are a part of your heritage, and they deserve to be preserved.
NaNoWriMo is my annual tradition. I challenge myself, I write, and things like Finding Eliza happen. This year, I got into my head. Time to reboot.
Writing is my joy, but sometimes it’s fun to try something new. Writing fiction alongside of reader participation is an adventure that I tried for kicks and have fallen completely in love with. My joy is like the Grinch. It grew and grew with this simple little practice.
I’ve fallen in love with a (new to me) show on the Travel Channel, and I think it might end up being my writing inspiration in future projects.