by Susan G. Haws
I have had computer issues today so here it is nearly midnight. I have to say I so look forward to my opportunity to blog here that it helped me keep persisting.
In my continuing saga of moving,I went to the old house today to do some work and noticed how the feel of home had already left the building. Like sloughed off skin or cut hair are no longer part of my body. Even though my figurines and my grandmother's paintings are still at the old house it is just a structure storing my belongings now. Home is where the people are.
Today I also discussed favorite books with a friend. So while I was working at the house I was thinking about how I want that special magic that breathes life into a story in my writing. What part of the story wields the wand? I know mentally that characters drive the story yet today I suddenly saw the plot of the story as a house and the characters as the people making it a home.