Something New

Writing this on Father’s day seems appropriate for the character of Edward who is now starting to live on the blank pages I have encountered.

He didn’t really know his father. He knew there was a man in his mother’s life but if he was his father he never knew. Driven now, in his older years to discover what part of himself he owed to a stranger.

It has made me think of my own dad. He was quite a person. Frustrated by opportunity and lack of money. Always open to a new prospect and it never quite happening. A smart, tidy, gentleman, who my mother always described as a rough diamond. He encouraged me on all fronts. To be open to ideas and never afraid to try.

My parents left the world too early, and I mourn them everyday. Their wisdom, their energy and for instilling into me, life was living and never being afraid to admit when things don’t work out. It’s ok. An unusual upbringing for the time but one now I embrace with joy.

Edward, is a man lost, looking for someone he doesn’t even know is still alive. There is no one to ask, until one day a chink of light beckons and he finds something he was not expecting.

Delving into other people’s lives is always tricky. We may not always like what we find, but that is life and how we take it forward. Learning and laying a foundation for something better.

I guess when I am writing I discover aspects of human nature. Perhaps they are within me or perhaps they are lifetime observations. Wherever they come from it is why I love the organic flow of writing.

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Like the natural flow of water, life wends it’s way through boulders and rocks. There is a natural rhythm even when faced with obstacles. Somehow the water flows with determination and force. In facing life, when the boulders are present, we often need help surmounting those boulders.

I wonder if Edward will need help and if does who will he ask? The organic flow of writing is not always smooth.

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