Rock Solid Clarity

Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There’s always preexisting, and having no end. There’s the notion of being all powerful-because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies. And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return. And if time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.
— Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes

It isn't very often that I read an entire series of books, especially when it is difficult to classify their genre and each of the seven books in that series is more than 700 pages long.  But Diana Gabaldon says in the early days, when Outlander was just hitting the shelves twenty years ago and she was out at book signings if someone would ask her what sort of books she writes, she would tell them to pick up her novel, open it to any spot they chose and read three pages.  If they could put it down after that, she'd pay them a dollar.  She never lost a dime on that bet.:)  I love her gutsy confidence. She wrote Outlander, never intending it to see the light of day, but rather to practice and then decide later if writing fiction was something she really wanted to do. Twenty years later, she is still writing the series and that story she thought would only be a practice run has an enormous following. Historically accurate, romantic, adventurous, time travel, love, healing... I was captivated by every one of them. Even better, Starz picked up the rights to the first season of the series, which will chronicle Book One - Outlander, in about sixteen episodes.  I admire the craft of writing great fiction so much but her ability to keep her timelines straight across multi-levels while maintaining historical accuracy just blows my mind. It is not a series for the faint of heart. She explores some downright raw material that might offend some.

What a gift and a privilege it is to wake up every morning and put words to page.  I intend to remember that with rock solid clarity.

But just then, for that fraction of time, it seems as though all things are possible. You can look across the limitations of your own life, and see that they are really nothing. In that moment when time stops, it is as though you know you could undertake any venture, complete it and come back to yourself, to find the world unchanged, and everything just as you left it a moment before. And it’s as though knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary...
For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough.
— Diana Gabaldon, Outlander