Here is the end of choice. For here we come to a decision to accept ourselves as God created us. And what is choice except uncertainty of what we are? Uncertainty about what you must be is self-deception on a scale so vast, its magnitude can hardly be conceived. To be alive and not know yourself is to believe that you are really dead.
Atonement remedies the strange idea that it is possible to doubt yourself, and be unsure of what you really are. This is the depths of madness. Yet it is the universal question of the world. What does this mean except the world is mad? Why share its madness in the sad belief that what is universal here is true? Nothing the world believes is true.
Five minutes in the morning and at night we will devote to dedicate our minds to our assignment for today. We start with this review of what our mission is:
I will accept Atonement for myself,
For I remain as God created me.
I managed the morning and the night practice but not much in between. The drive back toBirminghamfor Writers Without Borders writing workshop in The Coffee Lounge onNavigation Stwas a leisurely and pleasant one, which I shared with Fleetwood Mac.
As I walked into the basement to our table someone said ‘this is the novelist in our group’ to a couple of young women standing by the large conference table with laptops in hand. They were part of the large group of novelist which meet in the café once a month to network and to write. I stayed behind and chatted to a few of them after our very successful workshop where I was able to create a couple of interesting pieces.
I was particularly fascinated by the young woman who wrote two novels of approximately 100,000 words each in a month. She told me of a piece of software called Write or Die which helped to speed her writing up. Apparently if you pause too long it begins to eat the words you’ve already written, thus forcing you to keep going. She says she can write 5000 an hour – and I was proud to be able to do that in a day!!!
She also told me that they take part in the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) in November when they take over the whole of the basement of the café every week for a month and write. A shame it’s in November as I may be doing some more book promotion then. However, if I’m not I will certainly be down there joining them.
Then after a quick trip home to change I was back out to The Drum to see Ruckumbine by the United Caribbean Dance Force, brought over as part of the Jamaica 50th Anniversary of Independence celebrations. A totally thrilling evening with drums, story and amazing dancing. They deserved the standing ovation, and I was one of the first on my feet.