This photo overwhelmed me when I first saw it more than a year ago. I felt as if I were looking into the soul of the women in the novel I'd just finished writing--When the Morning Glory Blooms.
I couldn't stop staring at it. I knew the real story behind it. A friend of mine held her sweet baby boy, happy to be a mother again. Looking forward to getting back into running and to finishing nursing school.
But my imagination set that aside to picture my characters and their longings, their disappointments, the depth of their pain, some of it related to the children they held and the secrets they suppressed.
Their futures--that bleached light beyond the window in the picture--were filled with uncertainty and more longing.
They, like me, were overwhelmed...but for far different reasons.
A writer's heart is often overwhelmed. He or she dives deep into characters' emotional upheavals, experiencing them in a way, in order to write about them authentically.
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