A journalism and corporate writing background conditioned me into thinking I was ready to swim out to the Island of Non-Fiction and string up a nice hammock between two palms.
I’d drop a lobster trap off the rocky side of the island, carefully keep my matches dry and write thought-provoking, interesting non-fiction forevermore.
I would pen magazine articles, essays, editorials.
I’d turn out how-to’s, recipe books, child-rearing booklets, and sundry other juicy projects. *Don’t you just love the sound of sundry?*
Dip into family genealogy.
Try my hand at middle-grade articles about camping or friendship or about believing in yourself.
You might say I experienced a curve “wave.”
While splashing my way to the Island of Non-Fiction about seven years ago, a peculiar, mystical creature emerged from my turquoise tropical dream like a tenured professor wearing a dolphin suit and a tutorial expression.
I attempted to swim around him to get to my island, but the aquatic grampus was too swift and blocked my every move.
Sensing he would not speak to me until I stopped flailing, I quietly dog paddled and waited. He seemed pleased.
“Jodi, you won’t be going to the Island of Non-Fiction,” Professor Dolphin said, fixing me with a solemn mien.
“What! You have to be joking! I love shells and pretty sunsets over the waves.”
“That’s the problem,” he said. “From now on, fiction is the new non-fiction for you.”
“But I don’t know anything about writing fiction,” I whined.
“Exactly,” the slick, grey mammal smiled. “Happy plotting, Jodi. May all your dreams be themes. May your characters ever be fleshy and your mid-book chapters sodden with thrills.”
I remember swallowing a lot of brine when he said that.
With a wink, Professor Dolphin dove head first into the majestic azure and white waves … towing my safe and comfortable Island of Non-Fiction behind him.
I stared until he and the island became as tiny as fly specs. Then I turned and swam into my future.
Are you doing something you never dreamed you would do? Did you once think you would never live in a place you live now? Have you made any bold claims about your life that you had to “eat” later on?
I’d love to hear about it.
Just for fun . . .