Writing and Synchronicity

 By Maryanna Gabriel 

"There is no rule on how to write.
Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly;

sometimes it's like drilling rock
and then blasting it out with charges."

- Ernest Hemingway

I am up at dawn, listening to eagles up on the mountain as I write. 

The heat has abated, thank God, with a wave of deaths in it's wake. Tears welled up as I saw the drumming at parliament in Ottawa for Canada Day, something about the passion of the singing. The situation is unconscionable. I am beavering away on my manuscript after working terribly hard to clear the decks so I could get to it. A series of assignments are now completed. Now it is a question of focus. I am so grateful to at last concentrate. The book requires a lot of thought and is with me day and night. I am worried I am going to be interrupted. Ten or so hours per had now ten days in a row and I have made encouraging progress. Dean Koontz writes this is his style as well, to live with the story lest the finer details of character and plot drop away. 

There are weird coincidences around the writing that are quite striking. I read a part of the book out loud to a friend who is referenced in it. Just as I said a "shirtless man appeared on the path" a shirtless man actually did appear in her yard. A beautiful looking man at that. We stared at each other. What are the odds?

Again. I had a renter break the door to the fridge in the cottage. The next person to stay was a refrigerator specialist. He was able to help me with a specific application. What are the odds? He and his fiancée are the loveliest people. A conversation with them yesterday helped spark some missing pieces I need to slot into place with the writing. She even noticed the synchronicity and said it was all meant to be. It makes me feel as though I am on track and although I am alone on this writing mission, I am not really.