Shared thoughts

Bare branches against a grey sky. Rooftops and a scrffy nest. One crow sitting on a twig, a seagull flies past.

by K. M. Lockwood

Grey January skies bustle around The Garret. Damp and salty wind agitates bare-branched trees. The sea tumbles the shingle in one long rush of foam. Winter here is a time for wrapping up warm and pondering . . .

I have been doing a fair bit of thinking. The death of my adoptive mother in September gave me that gift, another to add to the Litany. I have reconsidered my reasons for writing – or rather, why the desperate need to be published.

One fundamental desire has not changed: I still want to create stories that delight, intrigue or move. A tale has no independent existence until someone else reads it. My Beloved Readers are essential – breathers of life into the words that I offer them.

The word 'breathe' in pink neon rests on a bank of green foliage.

Photo by Fabian Møller on Unsplash

After ten years of striving towards publication, I have learnt several truths. One is that I can write. Another is that good writing by itself is no guarantee of commercial success. I do not know how to express this without sounding bitter, which I try hard not to be. A third is that my fellow writers are by-and-large a grand crowd, and I wish them nothing but success.(If nothing else, I get fabulous books to read and review.)

Grief, like snow, simplifies. Mourning my adoptive mother and our difficult relationship, has clarified one drive. From being a little girl, I had wanted to win her approval. She admired proper authors, and always encouraged me to read. To have my name on a spine was a small Everest for me. Now she has gone, it is more like Shangri-La.

Mist flows in a forested mountain valley.

Photo by Ales Krivec on Unsplash

So I am taking a new path. I am asking my friends and Beloved Readers to contribute to my tiny venture into micro-publishing. If my words have ever delighted, intrigued or moved   you, please tell other people about The Garret. Some glorious souls have already begun to fund my first project – a tiny booklet with an original Tale from the Garret for subscribers. My gratitude coils warm and astonished around my heart, hoping for more support.

Yet most of all I yearn for more readers. Every retweet, every share, is an encouraging smile along the way.

Thank you.

A tortoise walks in the sunshine.

Photo by Joel M Mathey on Unsplash

8 thoughts on “Shared thoughts

  1. Ooooh! Publication. Best of luck with this venture. Although I have anovel coming out at the end of March, I still feel I am looking for a publisher. Over ten novels waiting in my bottom drawer and a further nine either started or in my head. xx

  2. So sorry for your loss. I think your new decisions and way forward to find a sense of fulfillment sound absolutely wonderful.

  3. Good luck Philippa, in your new journey, it’s very brave but great for the soul to change paths. I still have the piece of leather book cover, which I found in the dunes, when I stayed with you. A story yet to be written.

  4. I was very touched by your reflections here, Philippa. The writer’s journey is definitely a deeply personal internal one as well as a yearning to share with others, and there’s a fine balance between the two. I admire your courage in continuing to express your voice through your vulnerability and I am glad it’s reaching others xxx

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