Over the weekend, I was at the Denver Performing Arts Center’s Boettcher Concert Hall for the DYAO (Denver Young Artists Orchestra) Spectacular, where conductor, composer, and arranger David Mairs talked about his World Premiere piece, “Dreamdancing.”
He talked about how it was his heart song, and he ended by encouraging all of us to write our heart piece if we feel led to do so.
That got me to thinking. A dangerous pastime, I know.
My fiction writing project, which, at this point, is a completed manuscript to the first book in what I hope will be a series, is my heart story.
I started writing it when I felt more beaten down, wounded, and exploited than I ever had in my life. My love story was one that was not meant to be. It had become corrupted and broken.
I felt betrayed, lonely, angry.
In that time, I felt a magical tug. One that would not go away. One that engaged me and pulled me toward brightness, beauty, and love everywhere. Sometimes in the most unexpected places.
Living with feelings of betrayal, loneliness, and anger mixed in with experiences of love, light, hope, and wanting to invite the imagination out to play has been one bold, dazzling, staggering ride.
But, my heart story is not complete until I share it with you. All of you out there.
As I wait for just the right agent to help me do just that, I shall continue writing my heart story.
On to Book 2 I go.