This post was supposed to be a book trailer.
That’s what my calendar has scheduled and those words have been glaring at me for months, literally. It’s not often that, as an author advertises and talks about her upcoming book, you hear about the stumbles that happen along the way. But I’ve always felt that you all are part of this journey with me and this is as much part of the trail as the rest of the process.
I have video of my niece dancing in an aspen grove, a voice recording from Nick, who did the fantastic recording for The Adventure, a flute recording from my best friend, and even half a dozen sound clips waiting in a folder for background sounds. All of this was to mimic a key scene in Quaking Soul. My sister has waited patiently for me to give her direction on how to put all the pieces together. (She was the amazing master mind behind The Adventure trailer as well.) But no matter how great each piece is, when put together, they do not make a whole.
The hardest part for me has been accepting that the trailer just isn’t going to work the way I wanted it to. I’ve agonized over getting it right. Getting the vision to come together into reality.
But here’s where it hits me. This post landed on today of all days. Thanksgiving. And I can’t help but look at everything that went into this non-trailer and become distinctly aware of the amazing people who put effort into something simply because it mattered to me.
This year has been anything but expected and it’d be easy to fall into the trap of thinking this year was terrible because it did not play out as I hoped. But there is so much good muddled in the crazy. And I look at Quaking Soul and find it’s a small piece, a glimpse, of the gold made from the fire because it represents all those people who care. Let the ashes float away on the wind because what truly matters, the people, remain.
Thanks for listening to my ramble. You all are part of the gold.
P.S. Quaking Soul publishes this Monday. Thank you to everyone who has helped make that possible!