“The writer operates at a peculiar crossroads where time and place and eternity somehow meet. Her problem is to find that location.”
- Flannery O’Connor
It’s been a busy few weeks of writing/rewriting, a couple of projects on the go. What I’d like to know is this: How it is that while immersed in writing a children’s story that takes place in a certain place and time, another story of an adult nature, which takes place in the exact same place and time, would land in my lap? The stories, told to me by people who have never met, occurred within a few miles of each other, in the war-ravaged Dutch countryside.
Gifts, these stories are. Best not to ask; just keep listening. And writing. They need to be preserved.