This week has been a series of highs and lows.
High: I registered for the Surrey International Writers’ Conference (SiWC) and I’m so excited. Just looking at the list of speakers and workshops has me ready to write. It’s also inspired me to write a bit more each day. When I first attended SiWC I used the conference as motivation to get the first draft of my first novel done. This year maybe I’ll arrive at the conference with the first draft of my second novel in hand. (Wish me luck…and dedication…and hard work – I’m fairly certain luck alone wont do it.)
Low: I saw a tragic traffic accident.
High: I found out I passed a test (at work) which means I am on to the second round of interviews for a promotion.
Low: I found out that I didn’t pass a test (at work) which means I am out of the running for a promotion. (Confused? Me too. I’m in three different application processes at the same time.)
High: I got a great deal on a new set of Gordon Ramsay cookware.
Low: I found out that I have to season the pots, and can’t use them in the dishwasher.
High: My husband realized I was going to cry so agreed to season the pots for me and I had a two hour nap.
Low: I received the nicest (yet still soul crushing) rejection letter ever. For the record the rejection was filled with praise and enormously valuable feedback that I’m sure I’ll appreciate when my soul pops back into shape.
High: I saw my sister for dinner and got the best one-liner of the year.
“Bread Lady is stripper-pretty.”
Ok, maybe you had to be there but when we were talking for the dog (because he can’t talk himself but clearly has a lot to say) my sister is “Bread Lady” because she gave him bread once. The rest gets even harder to explain but it was funny I promise; there were tears.
Now I’m going to bed. I’m tired and I absolutely refuse to have any more experiences. This week is over!
If souls were recyclable could they be farmed and harvested intentionally? Happy writing.
Need more help? If you found out your soul would certainly end up in another person or thing once you were dead (perhaps mediums could track it) could your soul become a commodity? What would happen for example if in this life you could barter the next say 10 iterations of your life for wealth or long life or another desirable thing. Then in you next life a medium would track where your soul ended up and that person or thing would be the indentured property of a person or corporation. Would you remember the deal? Would there be soul contracts and maybe even souls on the run?