Last year Mike surprised me with a new laptop to write. I had been working on a novel for a few months on his desktop computer, complaining about not being able to write on the go.
Since then I finished the first draft of that novel and decided to start over. It was not a bad first draft, but certainly not the best I could do. I kept the story buried in my laptop so that I would not be tempted to copy and paste from this draft.
What you're about to read below is the first chapter from the first draft. Its the basic synopsis of what the novel is being written about. This won't be included in what I have been currently writing, but it is the basic idea of what I am writing about. I removed some paragraphs, simply because those details will remain in the second draft.
From the first draft:
We all live through an endless cycle of lives, but not every one of us can recall the ones we had once endured. You and I have had the privilege of remembering. We shared the gift of memory together which brought us closer in each lifetime we shared. We both believed every soul used a body as a vessel to come here to fulfill their destiny. For a reason still unknown to both of us, our destinies have always been each other. Through each life, my soul has found yours and we have created something wonderful every time. Together we have walked the streets of ancient Rome, danced through vast fields in Massachusetts, and rode our horses through Ireland. We have fled from our parent’s homes, raised beautiful children, and created our own beautiful safe spaces to call home.
I’m still unsure why I can recall every lifetime I have spent with you. At the moment in each life when I meet you again, the memories of past lives spent with you come crashing through me like waves crashing onto a shore. As time passes from the memory, it becomes less vivid. It is as if my mind remembers each life sequentially with my memory growing stronger through each recollection. The one defining theme in each lifetime has always been the strength of our love. Each time I meet you it is as if you awaken my soul. I feel a strong wave of stillness come over me as if the world is finally at peace.
I have never been an outstanding version of a man. I have always had my flaws. I have never had a large amount of money or possession to offer you. I have always dedicated most of my life to working to provide you with all I could offer. You, however, have always been outstanding. You are always a woman with a wild and free spirit. You have moved through each life with such grace and ease. You have always dedicated yourself to being creative and showed our children how to do the same. Still I like to think the only thing I have ever been perfect at is keeping you unaltered. I have dedicated life after life to giving you a happy home where you can be creative and free.
So here I sit alone at your desk, situated in the teal velvet chair I bought you for the last Christmas we shared together, compelled to write our story. A story that remains untold to anyone else but the two of us. I imagine how unconventional our life will seem to those who will read our story, since we share a love that has lasted through lifetime after lifetime. A love that has spent it’s time reincarnating itself as two souls who find each other and faithfully create a wonderful life together. I will live out these memories hoping they will draw your spirit closer to mine. I will spend my days writing page after page, praying that with each word that I will feel you next to me again.
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