THE BEAUTY OF MOTION

I know it says LOVE very plainly up there in the top left corner. Maybe I used to think love was where it was at. Whatever IT is. Don’t get me wrong. I still think love is a pretty good human construct; messy sometimes, but easy enough to understand.

If I could put another word up there right now I think it would be MOVE.

As in Move On. Sometimes that’s what comes after Love. Sometimes that’s what’s really required of us when love is just not where your head is. I drew some tarot cards for a friend today and they universally advised: Move On. Get Over It. I think maybe the cards might have been for me.

Over the past few years I’ve had critique after critique – some paid for, some borrowed, some begged – and pretty universally the message I’ve gotten is: You’re not a romance writer. You’re a literary fiction writer. I fought a little, whined a little, “wined” a BUNCH, but at the end of the day all that advice was right. I’m not a bodice-ripper, purple prose kind of a girl. The poet in me shows, almost like that little piece of torn slip you ripped on your heel getting out of the car and can’t see yourself until someone points it out to you with a kind whisper in the elevator.

So, here’s to Move!