thomasroberts ME94TOMROBERTS2What’s not to love about a bookstore in any community, but we are more partial to Warwick’s very own Ye Olde Warwick Bookshoppe. Proprietor Thomas Roberts is a Ye Young Jolly Good Fellow, sharing his perpetual optimism and generosity with the community at large.

While independent bookstores are shrinking from the face of the planet, Roberts is expanding his operation, adding a second floor along with a new children’s section. Building a new staircase and adding more book shelving has alleviated some of the pressure from the overflow of books breaking out from their main floor. Like Manhattan, there is nowhere to go but up.

At this quaint shoppe, it’s a pleasure, on a regular basis, to discover new books and great displays. Go in around any holiday or special weekend and you will see what we mean. A center table of books, pertinent to the season or holiday, always awaits you. Then there is the bookstore’s ongoing support of local authors whose books are clearly visible, authors whose talent and voices are waiting to be shared with you! Get involved with their monthly book club or just come for a good browse. There is room for all.

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On April 19th and 20th, all day long,  Roberts invites you to come out and celebrate the bookstore’s second anniversary for their “2 Years, 2 Floors, 2 Day Anniversary Sale” with 25% off of anything in the store. Don’t miss out and say hello!

black hole.fwEach time I write, it’s always the same. I start on a blank page with a subject in mind and proceed, sometimes not knowing where I’m going or whether I’m equipped to make the journey, but going anyway.

It’s on this journey that I find my way, the journey of a thousand miles beginning with the first step, those first thoughts that become the stepping stones to the next leg of the journey.

I like to use the metaphor of ‘journey’ to refer to the writing process, for writing, like life, resembles a ‘journey’, where there is an element of uncertainty, adventure and difficulty. There are all kinds of gradations that force you to move at different speeds, depending on which plane you are traveling – up, down or on flat surfaces. Sometimes you find yourself accelerating; other times, stuck in the mud. It can be a real roller coaster ride or like driving a bumper car in circles, going front and back, bumpety bump, returning you to just about where you started.

When you begin writing, in whatever mode or method you start out, you make your way forward, down the page, word over word, paragraph by paragraph, in no exact order, to realize that you have advanced because you have kept at it, if for no other reason, than persistence.

Persistence is a thread that keeps things going, but it is not the glue that adheres the whole. That’s where vision comes in, where purpose helps drive the ship, even if you are writing into an abyss.

You might say that there is an inner logic only you can understand when you are writing. How that logic appears on the outside depends on how attuned you are to your audience, where they’ve been and the truth that resonates between you and them.

As a writer, all I really care about is now because if I start to focus on the end, whether it’s the end of a sentence or the end of a story, it is like projecting into the future, which is hard to predict, especially if there is no precedent or pattern to which you can look. Take away the surprise, the mystery of the future, and why bother?

As your journey is underway, time somehow forgives you for moving in all directions, which is a given for this writing life and its elastic nature and how it bends to fit the new landscapes that you create going between the past and the future while trying to stay present. Time is always a factor, a constraint to some extent, but a necessary element that is part of moving forward.

I repeat. You must go back to move forward. And vice versa.

When you realize that you only have so much time, whether it is time to get published or time to wrap it up or time to put it away or time to make a living or the many other myriad uses of time, time has the final say, stepping in to bring things to an end.

It is a weird feeling to be writing into an abyss, with no agenda per se, except to advance and hope for the best.

Where are you going? Why are you going there? What is it that you have to illustrate? What is it that you must communicate?

In this darkness you discover why you have come. It is simply another exercise in which practice makes perfect. Although an exercise of sound and fury signifying nothing, thru the abyss there is light and, you, a timeless traveler, passing through.