Something I've been thinking about a lot lately is freedom.
It's a word we toss around a lot, especially in the US, since our country was founded on it. (Even my faith was founded in it.) Countries have fought for it. People have died for it. Suffered for it. Searched for it. And when those without obtain it, it changes everything.
My character is on this search for freedom. She had a glimpse of it and then she fought for it--and is in the midst of it. It's not for herself; it's for everyone else. The thing I'm wondering is....after 63,000 words and the end still far away...what does freedom look like?
Obviously, it's this instant change. This feeling. This, in some cases, actuality is life-changing. It affects everything: the way you think, feel, look, operate, your motives, actions. The thing I am finding now--which may very well be because I'm over-thinking, wondering, examining--is how that affects Neely.
I think I should have experience in freedom, that I should know what it feels like. I don't, though. Not entirely. I carry around so many of things that I should be free from. So then, how do I get my character to translate that feeling on the page?
Short answer: I have no idea.
Longer answer: I imagine it's me. I imagine her freedom as the feeling I'd experience and then make it happen on the page. Because surely, my view of freedom is a little accurate. At least I hope.
I really like that image up there. I love the green in contrast to the blue, blue sky. To me, that is freedom. I hope to pull in an image like that to help me understand what she is feeling when she experiences freedom.
And, since this is called "Questioning Freedom"......What is freedom to you?