With the fall of the year a familiar passage from Ecclesiastes often comes to mind. But today it struck me how these verses can be applied to writing.
A time to be born, and a time to die; There is always that “birth” of a story, and there’s that time to put one to rest, whether it’s that last I dotted, or you dust one off, read it, and decide to move forward without that particular story.
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; Plots and subplots, they are definitely planted. You have to plant them in the right place and tend them so they’ll grow and flourish. I planted peppermint years ago, now the side of my house is a lovely peppermint garden. Its pervasive and difficult to remove. If only there wasn’t so much of it. Yearly I have to “pluck up” the mint. Subplots can be like peppermint they can take over, so it’s very important to know when to pluck lest a subplot runs wild.
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
It’s hard to know which stories you have started to let go and which ones to say “I can fix that.” And as we “heal” we have to break down the story, then we can rebuild by reinforcing along the way.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
Doesn’t every story, every plot need depth and emotion?
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;