It is 6am. I have been awake for around an hour and a half. A hot cup of tea is to my right and a cat sits on my window sill to the left. He is making these distracting purring/chirping sounds because he wants to go outside but the porch is cover in snow.
We received about six inches of fluffy white stuff last night. I went out when it first started falling and covered my car with a table cloth. Then around 11pm I went out with a bowl and scooped up snow for snow cream. The kids loved it.
After filling our bellies full of snow and sugar, the three of us crawled into my bed and cuddled together while I read them the next chapter of Howl’s Moving Castle. By the end of the chapter both kids were snoring softly. Putting the book away with a head pillowed on each shoulder was a little difficult but I managed.
There is no school today so when the sun comes up and my two lovelies awake, we will probably go build snowmen (or snow daleks) after breakfast. Once sufficiently chilled we will come in to warm drinks and hot soup. I may write a little, but more than likely I will end up curled up on the couch with my daughter watching Doctor Who.
I have spent the past hour catching up on blog posts I’ve missed this week and doing a little writing work so I won’t feel guilty later. I also purchased Reflections:On the Magic of Writing by Diana Wynne Jones. It is a collection of essays and speeches. I’ve been reading it slowly. It is one of those books that makes you want to stop and think after every chapter.
A blog post that I read this morning also made me stop and think. (You can check it out over at Comet Tales or follow the link above.) It was in regard to the debate about what writers should be striving for in their writing.
Is it our job to teach? Is it our job to send messages to our readers? Should we be standing on soap boxes or telling stories? Is there a way to do both? Should we do both? These are all questions I gave some serious thought to after reading Stephanie Osborn’s post.
In the end, my answers to these questions were simple. Just write the story. Anything else that should be in there will fall into place naturally. People (or at least me as reader) like to read stories. They don’t often like to read lectures. Morality tales were the only plays allowed once upon a time. I think that is one of the reasons Shakespeare was such a breath of fresh air and has survived so long. He was prolific and gave people variety.
I have no historical accounts to back this up right now. In fact I imagine my time is just a little off and I do know there were other playwrights that wrote things that were not church approved before. I could look it up. I may do a blog post on that alone one day. However, this post is running long and my tea cup is empty. That means it is time to wrap this up. I encourage you to read Stephanie’s blog post yourself and come up with your own answers. As with everything in writing, answers to questions like this seem to be author specific. Not all answers work for everyone.