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Angling

I write in angles. What does that mean? Let me try to explain. I like shapes and I like math. That is geometry for anyone not catching the anvils I am dropping. I start with an angle and make a shape from there. There is completeness in shapes. They come together eventually. But if the angles are not quite right, they come across as Picasso want-to-be’s. And while still beautiful in a freaky kind of way, most people will not get it.

In my case, my writing is the shape I am referring to. The fact that I have had a severe case of writers block is the issue and my angles are the reason. Well over a year ago, I started writing a book I call Children of the Resistance. The concept is excellent (I am biased), but I am stuck in chapter 14.  I have tried to un-stick myself but each time I end up tangled in my crazy hair.

What does any of that have to do with angles and geometry? Glad you asked. Yesterday, I was very ill. I ran a high fever all day. I took a nap (is three hours really a nap?) but felt worse when I got up. The migraine was terrible, the body aches nearly unbearable, and the chattering teeth were just plain irritating. I made it until 9 but could go no more. So, I doped myself up with NyQuil and went to bed.

In my delirium, my book swam through my head from start to stuck corner. Each time my mind hit the corner like a Nascar driver rolling in flames. The pulsing flame roaring through my mind in waves of sickening pain. I ran through doing a stop-drop-and roll but never could get the fire all the way out. Yes, I know my tale is wacky but I am telling it how it happened in my delirium…deal with it. Each time I crashed and burned, just like my book.

At about midnight my fever broke. I know because I awoke to sweaty sheets and an epiphany. I sat staring at the ceiling for a minute as thoughts bombarded me. The gist of what they were… I am not Picasso, nor do I want to be. My angles are all wrong. And in my sickness, I found the right angles. For that, I am glad I was sick.

Hopefully, this burst of creativity will lend itself to a finished novel.

Peace, love and God’s will.

About Diane Graham

Diane Graham lives in the mountains of eastern Oklahoma with her husband, children and many dogs. She is an avid reader and lover of all art forms that encapsulate imagination and goodness. Her debut novel I Am Ocilla was released in March 2012.

21 comments on “Angling

  1. Epiphany… I could use one of those to get a book off the ground.

  2. Sorry you were sick, but awesome that this came out of it! Yay :).

  3. Thank you for the sweaty, sticky glimpse into your delirium. Something akin to Crime and Punishment, me’s thinkin’. Congrats on breaking the block. I’m gonna go shower.

  4. Who says writers don’t suffer for their craft?
    Great stuff Diane!

  5. I’m telling you, I really think Disney took the idea for her hair in Tangled from you.

  6. I hope you’re feeling better!

  7. You know, P.D., when you have a breakthrough like that, you really should put some enthusiasm into your telling thereof. 😉 I’m glad the corners are behaving. And that you are feeling more better.

  8. My dearest youngest daughter,

    God works through who He chooses, when He chooses. He plays by his rules, not man’s! If He chooses to give you insight through angles, then so be it!

  9. ask the Saxons. LOL

  10. Aw….don’t like to see Lady Di down. They say down here that it is pollen that brings on all those same symptoms. Fever, body aches, headaches…you wouldn’t happen to be around any pollen flying around the air , would ya, nature girl? Sometimes as I am going through the valley (in this case a very long valley) , I just don’t get what God is doing. But creativity flows after I continue to lay it on the altar to Him. I play catch with God and take it back off the altar. And then the creativity stops. If anyone thinks that writing about real life, current events and news items is easier than writing speculative fiction then you would be wrong. There is never a dull moment.

    I have to tell you , I have been laughing for a couple of days about a news item that really is not funny but I believe that God knew I was hanging on by a thread emotionally. I am an intercessor and since I post the news on our organization’s site every day, I have to research it all the time, all day, continuously. My spirit groans with the hardships of some…but this story about the city manager in Burkburnett just cracks me up. The long time city manager of Burk left for a better job. He had been feeling the heat of scandals within the police department and in contracts in construction so I guess he got out of Dodge in the nick of time. So, they bring in a guy to be a interim city manager. They hired a head hunter’s company for thousands of dollars to bring in the right person (that has always been stupid I thought, sometimes it is as much as 60K) and that is how they had their temp city manager come in. He was probably a shoe-in for a permanent offer but there were going to be a few others (all from out of town , of course) come in for an interview. This has been no more than a 20 second blip on the news over the weeks. All of a sudden…..the interim city manager gets arrested! The news came out in spurts….almost in rumor fashion. Public Intox was barely whispered by newscasters. Then when the city council had a meeting after the arrest , it was open to the public and it came out like gangbusters that this shipped in city manager was a peeping Tom! A smile curled up on the side of my lips…(I have been down and in prayer for days on another matter hardly getting any sleep so my heart was very heavy) But here I was, smiling about this poor guy’s misfortune. It is not every day you watch a peeper on the news. One that was a prominent member of another community before moving to Burkburnett. But what made me break out in uncontrollable laughter was the next item in that same story. The Burk councilmen wanted to restore the image of this small town, they had been tarnished by so much lately. They stuck a microphone in the face of this one member . He was an older gentleman. Kind of hunched over with long bushy sideburns. I pay attention to detail , I guess. He had a real southern , twanky accent. I am trying not to laugh as I type this….he said with a long drawl….”I searched my heart and mind , trying to find a good reason for him to do this….and for the life of me, I cannot find a good enough reason as to why he would be lookin’ in that window!”…….I busted out laughing. I know that you fiction writers use characters like that in your books, fashioned after real people you meet. You would have loved to describe this guy. He was as sincere as anyone could be. And the reporter just went to another question. Thank God I wasn’t there, I don’t think I could have held it back. Moral of the story…whether it is a fever or a misdeameanor God uses everything for our good! I love you , Di…I pray for you all the time, you know that , though.

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