by Deborah Elliott-Upton
After all the wonderful craziness of the scurrying around for the holidays and right before the New Year officially begins (along with those pesky resolutions!), I’ve learned to take time to breathe. Usually, I am content to sit quietly and read. Today I find myself feeling more like an empty sheet of white paper or a blinking cursor with no thought of moving to another space. I am a blank.
As it happens so rarely, I am not unhappy about this numbness. I am like a battery needing to be charged. The craziness of the past few weeks has caught up with me and I need a rest. The downtime of the last week of December is welcome. The frenzy of the holiday season has to end before the next whirl of a New Year can begin.
We have a calendar full of blank spaces to fill. Possibilities are as endless as a young child’s questions, a teenager’s access to angst and thoughts of what might have been.
To every good ending, a new beginning can emerge.
Most of us have watched a movie or read a book and said something psychic like, “I see a sequel in the future.”
A sequel is a continuation of story utilizing the same characters, as in the “Back to the Future” movies. There is a fine line between what is considered a sequel and what is a series. Ian Fleming’s character James Bond had many adventures portrayed in books and movies in a series. While one film or novel may have continued with the same characters, they are not sequels, picking up where another left off. Instead, they are separate, stand-alone units that include familiar characters.
Our sequel continues as mystery writers and readers unite, both enjoying the others company. Where will we end up next year? We don’t know. It’s one of the most intoxicating mysteries of life.
As one year relies somewhat on the history belonging to the year previous, we are likely to repeat some familiar themes in 2011. Opening a new book to page one of the new year, we are about to embark with a clean slate, ready to make it whatever we choose while using what we have learned in the past.
A blank page is a blissfully perfect place to start.