Ever since I was very little, I’ve remembered something just out of reach–a sound and an image of light tans, pastel pinks, and cerulean blue. A memory that I couldn’t quite place, but one that used to permeate my thoughts rather frequently as I grew up. The sound was that of a wooden spoon thudding down against a wooden bowl as mashed potatoes were being served. A woman feeding her family. My mom? My grandma? I could see and hear the “memory,” but I couldn’t place where we would have been that the scene around it made any sense. Along with that memory were little sprinklings of other fantastic images: Young children inventing amazing things from chemistry, and blue birds flitting in and out of scenes my mind could never quite latch onto. Then, a couple of years ago, while I was searching for old classics for my daughter to watch, I came across the movie, “The Blue Bird,” with Elizabeth Taylor (1976). All of those memories came from that one show. That story had engraved itself so deeply into me that having a blue bird one day was something I’d always wanted. That blue bird finally became a reality after a close friend of mine had a parakeet happen into her life and I found out that you can adopt them in blue, as well. So now my own blue bird, Winter Snow, is my office buddy. I also have my own wooden bowl and spoon for whenever I serve mashed potatoes to my own child.
Blue birds may seem like a random thing to talk about (although, if you read yesterday’s post about my garden, you may not think it’s too random this month), but they have been on my mind ever since I read Tabitha’s beautiful post about swallows yesterday. In it, she said something equally as memorable: “[H]ere’s to flying, to waters passed and those still to come before I reach the shore and to all the waters I still hope to venture into.” I just loved that. Still do. What a wonderful way to encapsulate all your hopes—those achieved, those missed, and those still yet to come.
The idea of flying and hope came together for me as blue and green butterflies as I decorated in my daughter’s room six years ago, and after reading that post, I know I must add them to the garden, as well. Blue birds, too, spaced sparingly within the shade trees. Not so many as to scare off other birds, though (not sure if they would, but something I need to research)–just a fluttering here and there to catch the eye and spark the imagination. I did like the idea of dragonflies, too, so I may add some of those, as well. Along with the blue birds and green and blue butterflies, I plan to make a little outdoor graphic (probably stained pyrography or painted pallets) with Tabitha’s wonderful quote. With those elements, then, the checkered bunnies on the ground and a few carefully placed winged creatures above, I believe I have the secret garden area covered for the first year.
Think I can DIY one of these with the scrap metal on hand out here, too? Regardless, it may still dip to cold at nights to safely plant, but it’s not to cold during the day to start making and painting things.
I’ve also settled on a plot for the mystery series, so I’m rather excited about that. haven’t planned it all out, but I do know the end result that functions as a catalyst for the rest of the story, and I’ve begun writing, so I’m one step further than I was the day before. Well, actually, maybe I will plan it out and use the rest of (or many of) the days of this blog challenge to catalog (haha—C what I did there?) my characters and their relationship to the plot.
Actually, that’s a fine place to leave this blog post. I never tire of hearing about the writing process of others, do you? So, what’s your writing process? Do you tend to stick to the same system with each Work you do, or do you find yourself changing it up frequently?