I’m a rule follower always have been. No white shoes after Labor Day. Brush your teeth exactly two minutes. No kissing on the first date. Salad forks are for salads. A lady never kisses and tells. I could go on…
Problem with rules? Some rules serve no other purpose except to create conformity in situations when conformity shouldn’t exist.
So how do we break free from such rules? We step back, gain perspective and sometimes change our path.
Travel always has and always will be my touchstone when it comes to perspective. I am “home” this week in the Vail Valley where I spent summers and winters most of my life. Frustrated with my book, I decided to pause the writing and just think. It worked.
Like a surgeon, I’m on the verge of amputating the first half of my book. My story had evolved to the point where I was writing two books and currently the second book- the part about my sister and my family is where my heart is. Interestingly, art again imitates life as the first part of the book and relationships explored had just become increasingly disappointing and lacking in depth.
So here it is: I’m breaking rules. I’m changing the book to a first person narrator. I’m making it less of a novel and more of a memoir which is bold for a first time novelist. And finally, I’m pushing the boundaries that my writing instructors have taught me, and I’m writing better than ever. As fellow rule breakers, I know that they will approve.
Greatness has rarely been achieved by following the rules. So, I’m breaking another rule by saying, “I will be great.” Watch out-I have become a total rebel. (I will, however, still be abiding by the white shoes and first date rule but probably not the kiss and tell rule.)