THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS ARE THOSE
THAT MADNESS PROMPTS AND
Well, I don't think I'd call my Camp NaNo novel 'beautiful' but I would definitely say the idea was prompted by some sort of madness. Sometimes the roads my imagination wants to take me down are twisty and dark, and I balk, afraid. I scare myself. A lot. My wonderfully supportive husband - in the role of the person in the movie/book who wants to open the door to the basement to prove that it's really only a mouse making those blood-curdling screams - encourages me to let myself go, to not hold back, to dive in and delve under.
And so I do.
Because there's a reason why my imagination goes where it does. I don't know what the reason is but I have to trust that there is one.
Because as big a chicken as I am, I like to be scared. Just a little.
Because - and this is the biggest 'because' of them all - I know that when I come crawling back up that sinister road, when I am mentally scarred and bruised and somewhat broken, there is goodness waiting for me - my husband, our home, the tortoises, photos of my niece and nephew, sunshine and a sandy beach.
So, let go this week...but let's make sure there's someone or something - a lifeline, a map, a compass - around in case we get a little lost and need help finding our way back.