|My sons exploring the world through the windows of a fish-head.|
Is home a specific place? Is it a person? Is it family or is it being part of a community? How does one define home?
I stumbled on this story by accident when I saw my Grandmother's first name, Audrey, on a book. Memory evoked hearing my Grandfather tenderly referring to her as "Aud," made me wish I could stop by for a coffee.
Once I started writing my thoughts my brain skipped to them moment I first felt I'd come home, except this moment came as I sat in a Bar, in a strange city, surrounded by strangers. To my logical mind this place should have been the opposite of home, so what was this I felt? This is a concept which I've been pondering for years and my idea of home keeps growing and changing. And no, that Bar was definitely not home, but then, that's part of a bigger story.
Thus I have my current story project and I plan on working on it more during July's "National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo) Camp". For those who don't know, this is a smaller version of the National Novel Writing Month event which is held every November and participants get the experience of being put in a cabin with other writers for the month, making a virtual community.
What would you work on if you had a whole month to develop it and a virtual community of like minded writers in which to call home while you did this?