My husband and I were recently roaming the bookstore….like we used to do on a regular basis, and he bought me this book because he thought I’d really enjoy it. He was right. Although I have not read through it all, the introduction was where I fell in love. Yes, the author had me at hello and here’s why.
Excerpt from the introduction:
“I had made grand plans to write four books while in Paris……..But in spite of these inestimable ambitions, I found myself walking for hours. I read books in bed while rain hit the windows. Sometimes I spent two weeks doing one Sunday New York Times crossword……
Soon enough, I discovered an interesting fact: if a writer doesn’t put in hours at the keyboard every day, no writing gets done. I had always suspected this was true, but having grown up in a family of writers, I never had the chance to test it out. Even during an inglorious, nonacademic spell after college, I returned home after work to plug away at a novel. Remember, my mother sat in her hospice bed correcting copyedits. Leisure didn’t seem to be part of my DNA.
Yet virtually the only writing I did was on Facebook, where I created something of an online chronicle, mirroring it in even more concise form on Twitter. As each day passed, my thumbnail entries fell off the bottom of my Facebook page, relegated to Older Posts. My tweets evaporated, as ephemeral and trivial, as sweet and heedless, as our days in Paris.
A selection of these posts – organized, revised, a few expanded into short essays – has become this book. For the most part, I have retained the short form, the small explosion of experience, as it best gives the flavor of my days.
Those days were organized not around to-do lists and book deadlines but around walks in the park and visits to the fishmonger. Deadlines came and went without a catastrophic blow to my publishing career; I relaxed into a life free of both students and committee work; laziness ceased to be a frightening word.
I never did learn how to live in the moment, but I did learn that moments could be wasted and the world would continue to spin on its axis.
It was a glorious lesson.” ~ Eloisa James
What I love here is that she allowed her time away to teach her something….and in a very different way from what she was accustomed to or from what she had planned. And in that adventure she created something beautiful.
I wonder how many of you are using Facebook to write and share your life….and what would that look like in a book form….just for you.
Until next time, may you be inspired to create! ~Maria