I apologise. Those of you who follow this blog may have noticed I haven’t been here for a while. Yeah, I know – most of you’ll be shrugging, like: ‘Really, Dude? Didn’t even notice…’ 😀 That’s okay – I’m sorry anyway. We were building up a nice wee head of steam, and I went and stopped the train. Naughty!
So, what took me away from this all-important blog?
Life. Life. Life.
And a big curved ball that I saw coming but had to deal with the fallout of anyway.
Time to move on. And I’m back with a bit of good news: here’s something much better than being waylaid by life: Gone Girl’s Gone, Hello Eleanor Oliphant: why we’re all reading ‘up lit’. This is a great feature that tells us ‘novels of kindness are infiltrating the best seller lists’.
Well, it’s about time. It’s good to know you can write about happiness rather than unmitigated misery and still find a readership. From The Trouble with Goats and Sheep by Joanna Cannon, to Ruth Hogan’s The Keeper of Lost Things, these are not only great books to read, but they must have felt uplifting to write, too. And The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, the international best sellerby Rachel Joyce proves it doesn’t have to be all sweetness and light either. She mentions ‘the importance of light and shade’. I agree with that – I’m all for balance. Too much shade and things wither.
If you feel like this… or this…
You have to change it to this:
So if you’re looking back on the year and feeling a bit jaded by narcissists who blow everything apart because they don’t get their own way, or iniquitous, self-entitled, deceitful characters, or grim-dark apocalyptic fantasies filled with murder and mayhem, take heart. You can stride into the New Year and write about happiness, the kindness of strangers, and the strength of community. And fantastic new beginnings. Because your direction, and your focus, are up to you.
It’s good to know there are readers out there who want a bit more light, and magic, too.
Have a very happy Christmas, and happy writing in 2019!