Today I have been thinking about questions. Going back to write some of my memoirs, and the questions keep popping up. Why did this happen, why didn’t I ask my parents why they cared, why they reacted the way they did, and what were their lives like and their parents?
I’m writing a short story and met with a friend today, she asked questions, and the short story could go in three different directions. Why should it go this way and not the other way? Why was the reaction to the action right or wrong? Why, what if, why not, is it possible? So many questions, and surely there are more than one answer to all the questions.
It makes me think! It should make me want to know more. That’s what writing does. It sparks my imagination and make me think. I wish I could think of more questions to ask myself about my story, but it’s my story, so I will have to make do with what I have. With the help of my friend.
Think about your own questions, you must have some. Why did you turn this way, or walk down that road? What would your past have been if you have done something else? Is it too late to ask more questions?
Think and write down your grateful list for today.
Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver and tell them your friend Helene sent you.
Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene