When life throws you lemons, you make lemonade, right? Thing is, if it only hands you lemons, you’re kind of screwed because your lemonade is going to be gross without the addition of water and sugar and…. You get the point.
When my divorce hit, it was after months and months of nothing but lemons. I tried making lemonade (aka writing) in that time, but it wasn’t the best plan ever. I was missing some key things. A funny thing happened when the paperwork was filed…I started finding other ingredients. Once I had my own place and life started moving forward again, I decided the best thing for me to do was move backward instead.
With all the ingredients at my disposal, I decided to go back to life right after college. There’s nothing more freeing than looking at all the bad decisions you’ve made in life…and letting someone else make better choices.
You see, a writer can find inspiration anywhere, even in the darkness. I’ve been spending a lot of time since the split writing about women who have had guys walk out on them. Different reasons, same results: heroines who are left alone and wondering how the hell they got there.
In some odd way, writing about those women is cathartic. Rather than dwelling on all the ways that things went wrong, I get to focus on how people make them right again. Nothing has helped me heal from my own heartbreak more.
The funny thing is I’ve always wondered how authors could write about really tragic events like rape and child abuse without it being completely debilitating. It took this last year for me to understand how therapeutic exorcising those demons can be.
To that end, I’ve opened the closet in the deep, dark recesses of my mind. I’m dusting off a bunch of skeletons in order to see which, if any, of them decide they want to speak to me. It’s not going to be easy, but the best things in life never are. They take bravery and strength and a lot of hope.
Kind of like making lemonade when you’re not sure if you actually have all the right ingredients.
She can most often be located in the Detroit area with her favorite minions (the ones who know her as Mom) where she is currently hatching a plot for world domination. It involves cookies for everyone, so she’s pretty sure there’s no way it can fail…except the minions keep eating the cookies.