Dreams. My Novel
Photo is of a little toy in a pack of doll's furniture I bought for my daughter. It reminds me of the novel I try to write. I hope to continue with that writing soon. This morning I'm journalling a few notes about it.
Introduction
I'm in mourning for my baby daughter, who died some months ago. The time before she died, when she was very ill for many months, was very traumatic too. For the past year I've been trying to write a novel as an escape from all the pain and trauma. It started as a reason to go into another world, where the most devastating reality of her disabilities, and of other extremely devastating losses that had happened over the last few years, didn't exist. I’d been a hobby writer, and at one time a poet published here and there, throughout my life, and periodically a journaler, and so to a pen and notebooks and the document apps on my phone I turned. This has continued to this day. I’ve been writing about characters who had been in my head for decades; characters invented when I’d so much wished my unhappy life was different and started to imagine an ideal one in my head. I started writing with a scene I’d once written out of a sudden compulsion about twenty seven years before in m...
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