I study my favorite authors’ works.
I’m one of those people who underline in the books I own, trying to find a pattern in the style to how the book comes together.
I’ve been doing that this week. And I’ve found something.
Much of what I admire in my writers is their depth of layers and where they take their characters.
Deep into their head.
Memories filled with details that mingle with their thoughts and actions in the present.
Today I read where the character collected Bazooka bubblegum wrappers to order glasses that she would let her see through people and items. Fast forward, she remembered this childhood detail when she wished for that same ability in her current relationship.
Yeah, I love those snippets because they shoot me back into my own memories. Like the time I found a fifty cent piece frozen in a snow bank in my neighbor’s front yard. I saved that coin in my glass bear bank, pulling it out and feeling the cool metal in my hand.
For me, the coin was a gift, a promise that God would provide.
Our childhood memories and beliefs often stick with us, shaping us into who we are today.
I haven’t found any fifty cent pieces lately in any snow banks but I have been blessed in many other ways.
What memories still play a huge part in your life today?