Infinitely Small

Thank you to Kahlil Gibran for the title.

When I started this blog, it was to share my love of writing and the creative threads of my stories. Over the last few months, I have navigated the highs and lows of being an indie author. Learning essential lessons in the publishing process.

Now I have teamed up with Heddon publishing. They are bringing my first novel to life in print. Ironing out the errors and steering me along the publishing path.

It has made me appreciate we are all quite small in any journey we take, yet we grow into being so much more. At any age, our knowledge is there to be expanded.

A dream began when I was infinitely small, writing my short stories to entertain my parents and family. Wishing and hoping someday I would be an author. It has been quite a path I have travelled to this point. Yet I have negotiated the hills and many mountains and made it.

Story telling is an old custom, and it often feels a privilege to bring my stories to life for the enjoyment of others. Reading has brought such pleasure into my life, through the dark times and warmed my soul on empty, lifeless days.

I’m a believer in fate and appreciate that sometimes the path in our lives doesn’t always take us where we expect to go. Adapting to the twists and curves and unexpected is a skill I have developed throughout my years. I see them as adventures, an explorer seeking to discover.

How joyful for me to be on another adventure. Bringing Daisy, my heroine, in Out of the Blue, out of the shadows and well and truly into the light. From what started as a standalone story is now developing into a series based in my remote rural hamlet of Barley Ford. Now I am working on exploring Edward’s story and his relationship with his mother and losing his one true love, Olivia.

Thorns from the rose Edward had been holding had punctured his skin. He released it and watched it tumble towards the earth, now holding his mother. Lifting his head, he glimpsed around the gathered crowd. He knew so few of them, yet their grief was plain to see. Stepping back, he wanted to howl with the searing agony filling him. How could they know the person he had lost? How could they know how she had held him when he thought his life was over?

In thinking about being infinitely small, I am also minded to think that we can be great and small things can make that difference. We cannot always stick to the path we have chosen, but we can embrace where it may lead us. By always being open to possibilities, we can create something greater.

I may be a small fish in a big pond, but I feel great by what I have achieved. With the love and generosity of spirit of others, my part of the pond is an awesome place to be.

At this time of year, with long dark nights and turbulent weather, may you find your own light along your path.

Thank you for reading. Stay safe.

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