A Story of Change can be fun.
Writing about your past trials in life can certainly be taxing. It’s often difficult to re-live the physical pain I had to pass through and overcome. As I write more of my memoir, I have to view my writing as if I have no ego, or rather to say that ego is a part of doing this. That’s OK. I have to face my story, of a life that did not turn out to be the perfect dream I wanted it to be. It sometimes saddens me, but yet with a high degree of certainty I accept, that I will laugh, I will cry, I will love, and I will unreservedly share all that I am, the good and the bad.
Writing about these life challenges can also be FUN. Life is whatever perspective I choose.
This past week was one of those FUN kid-like moments. We went to the Los Angeles Times Festival Of Books. This two-day event brings in 150,000 people. The Festival is a true wonderland for writers, editors, agents, publishers and, most of all, readers who enjoy a good story. I was completely amazed with all the booths from companies, groups, and of course individual writers selling their books.
The day began by entering the massive property of the USC campus.
We arrived early, anticipating the parking hassle that comes with a huge crowd. Thankfully we got there early enough, hah… more than an hour before it began. We drove right into what we thought was an optimum close-up parking space. Ooops – it was the LA Coliseum parking lot – not the closest. Luckily, it wasn’t too far away.
With all this spare time, and the California sunshine streaming down, we set off to investigate and explore the grounds. The place is full of museums (that weren’t open yet), architecturally wonderful buildings, and lovely manicured grounds. We walked around a corner and found ourselves at The Rose Garden – what a garden it is! The central focus was a fantastic spouting fountain shooting straight into the air. This garden is organized; each select variety of rose was noted, many of them towering over my six-foot height. These puppies have been around a long time. The rows of differently colored roses are grafted out from this central point in what I’d estimate to be about two acres of land. Buildings that have a palace look to their architecture flank each end of the garden.
Remember, USC is the breeding ground of many of the film industry’s most noted art directors, visual effects artists, directors, and stars. No need to fly off to foreign lands to get that effect; we are in the land of make believe.
We wandered about as though within our own secret garden, no crowd yet. I breathed in and out, enjoying the freshness of the day.
One of the stunning buildings flanking this garden is The Library, a place where my dad spent many hours in the mid-1970s. I’m reminded that starting life over again, starting from scratch runs in the family. My Dad went back to college on this campus when he was about the same age I am today. He came to USC to get his degree in Librarian Science.
As I look at this beautiful building, I can visualize him happily entering its hallowed hallways, happy as a kid in a candy store. I giggle to myself, how proud my Pop’s would be of me, knowing I’m here and working on writing a book, my book. Books to him were the key to life itself. They did every thing you wanted, and could travel the world without leaving the comfort of your own special chair. His mind traveled many lands, experienced many adventures, and embraced many romances via the white pages pinned between two leather bound walls.
It strikes me… thinking of my dad…how things change and we change with them. It’s up to use to decide how we choose to accept the change, either with an open heart and eyes, or to close ourselves to it.