Lately I’ve been thinking that it’s time for me to return to writing. For the past four years, I’ve grieved the death my beloved husband and immersed myself in caring for my two precious dogs who now suffer from heart disease. Yes, the dark side of life found me and it was my turn to deal with the torture. It wasn’t easy, and I’ve made mistakes. But I’m still here.
While I’ve been absent from the world of books and writing, I’ve immersed myself in another favorite pastime – learning languages. I’ve enjoyed studying Japanese, Korean, and Mandarin and their cultures. For me, learning a language goes hand in hand with learning the culture. Yes, the learning can be difficult, but also worth the struggle.
The question I encounter the most is. “Why do you want to learn Japanese, Korean and Mandarin when they can’t be used anywhere else than in thise respective countries?”
I confess, at the start of my language journey, learning Japanese, Korean and Mandarin was a way to distract myself from my pain and grief. But as I continued to delve deeper into each language through all the various mediums – drama, music, books, manhwa, manga, anime – I began to enjoy the beauty, eloquence, similarities and joy of each language. This has helped me to look at life from a different angle and think about things in a new way. While technically, they might not be useful in America, I find that I can use them by writing stories in each language, which will no doubt enrich my story-telling process and allow me a more in-depth understanding of each culture.
I never thought I’d say this, but I’ve begun the process of fleshing out what I hope will be a new novel. I won’t elaborate, but will admit that I’m terrified. I feel as if I don’t know what I’m doing and maybe that’s a good thing. I’ll do everything in my power to make this a good story, as to not disappoint myself and my readers.
At home I have four bookshelves bursting at the seams with novels, some I’ve read and some I haven’t even though they’ve been on those shelves for years. Now it’s time. Time to re-activate my imagination by reading, immersing myself in different worlds, daydreaming, immersing myself in different worlds, but most of all, to share with my readers all the wonderful books I’ve found along the way. How else will I keep this fear away and write if I don’t read?
So, won’t you join me dear readers on this new and exciting journey? The road might be bumpy, but no less exciting.