This month,
the Girlfriends are blogging about “Spring Fling.” A perfectly appropriate
topic, given that rumor has it spring is indeed flinging somewhere. In my little corner of New England, spring has flung more
than six cold, heavy inches of snow onto us. Last week, before our most recent
snow storm, enough snow had melted to allow me a glimpse of the pointy green
tips of my daffodils breaking through the soil. Now, alas, they are once again
buried beneath icy mounds of white. But I have faith that eventually beautiful
yellow daffodils will grace my front yard like the floral equivalent of sunshine.
My certainty
that my daffodils will return each spring could be a symptom of dementia. At
least this year, when we’ve received significantly more snow than usual, folks
in this part of the country might be forgiven for believing spring will never ever ever arrive. But I’m a writer. You can’t be a writer if you don’t
possess a hefty streak of optimism.
Our books
start as nothing, after all. They have no life, no reality. They come into
existence only because we—their authors—believe in them, believe enough to do
the hard work of cultivating them, coaxing them out of the earth and into the
air. We fertilize them. We prune them. We fuss and fret over them. We yank out
the weeds that threaten to choke them. And if we’re lucky, they blossom.
I’ve just
completed the rough draft of a new book, temporarily titled Kickback. It’s a sequel to my first
mystery, Still Kicking, which will
be released in late 2013 or 2014. Like Still
Kicking, Kickback features as
its heroine Lainie Lovett, a fourth-grade school teacher and recreational
soccer player. In the first book, Lainie manages to figure out who murdered the
husband of one of her soccer teammates. In the sequel, Lainie is confronted
with several mysteries, one of which is the disappearance of all the money—a
sizable sum—from the bank account of her school’s Parent Teacher Organization.
One of the organization’s biggest fund-raising events is the carnival it holds every
May. The name of the carnival? Spring Fling! I wish I could say I invented that
name for the carnival, but I did not. When my sons attended primary school, their
school’s PTO sponsored a Spring Fling every May. I’ll bet many other school
organizations sponsor events they call “Spring Fling.” The name just sounds so…spring-y.
So even
though the weather outside my window still screams winter, I’ll write about
Spring Flings. I’ll wait for my daffodils to fling off the mantle of snow and bloom.
I’ll count the days until I can fling aside my scarves and sweaters and dance
in my yard (rumor has it there’s a lawn under all that white stuff.) Maybe I’ll
have a fling with my husband!
And in the
meantime, I’ll remain a mildly demented optimist. I’m a writer. What else can I
do?
Judith Arnold is the
author of 87 novels, many of which she has reissued as ebooks. On March 25th,
for one day only, one of her most popular, award-winning novels, Safe Harbor, will be available at a special discount price of only 99 cents at
Amazon, B&N, Smashwords and Kobo. You can visit her web site, www.juditharnold.com, for information about all her releases.
Judith,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this post. I remember before moving to LA, so badly wanting spring to arrive and simply knowing it would arrive (sometime) even after dumps of snow in late March. I really liked your analogy with that patient knowing and what we writers do with our books.
xoMaggie
Thanks, Maggie! (And meanwhile, we're supposed to get a dusting of snow this afternoon...and possibly more snow next week... I want daffodils!)
ReplyDeleteJudith, I always love to come across your posts! They're a guaranteed fun read, with your terrific, tell me more, under-the-radar wisdom tossed in!
ReplyDeleteP.S., I feel your snow pain!!