Mother's Day is every day and oh boy, service this morning spoke to me. And then I got home and watched Raising Helen. Brought up some old fears about leaving my daughter orphaned and I became numb for a while. But with five years of heart failure down thanks to God my ability to spring back to my sprite self has gotten much better and I thank him for it. And when I got back in rare form I thought about the letter I sent to Chucky P last year and the package and letter he sent back. I have goals. I have a mission and this year end I have to write him back and tell him how I fared. So...to be more accountable to myself I am exposing my self. What do I hope to accomplish in my fiction? Why will I do what I will do?
I want to write stories that question our faith. Why do we believe what we believe? Do we really believe what we say we believe? What is the one thing that we won't surrender to our faith? And what will it take to make that decision?
Those are the questions that haunt me. The real reason why I cry over "Raising Helen."
What say you?
Writing to see what the end's gon' be,
Dee
Dee Stewart
The Pruning Principle
2 years ago
