As August comes to a close and my kids once again start packing their backpacks, I can't help but be amazed at how quickly time has passed. Its easy to reassure yourself that there's a little more time to finish something, like...say...the first draft of a new book. *cough, cough* Go figure I'm exploring the concept of lost time in a novella being developed.
The novella focuses on the fictional daughter of Shen Nung, the emperor who legend tells invented tea. The stories of its discovery are varied, so I thought it would be fun to explore this concept, since I'm a huge fan of loose-leaf tea.
My current chapter focuses on the daughter as she copes with the loss of a loved one and how 'time' has betrayed her. I think its a concept many of us can relate to. Babes-in-arms are soon heading off to start their own lives, half-finished novels become dusty and forgotten on the computer (or in notebooks stuffed into a drawer, as we used to do in the late 1980s/early 1990s), and seasons change with no regard to our readiness or not (I'm looking at you, Minnesota Winter!).
But I'm also reminded of a line from "Star Trek: Generations" that Picard says to Riker near the end of the movie. It goes like this:
Riker: I'm going to miss this ship; she went before her time.
Picard: Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. But I rather believe than time is a companion who goes with us on the journey, and reminds us to cherish every moment because they'll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important how we lived. After all, Number One, we're only mortal.
Riker: Speak for yourself, sir. I plan to live forever.
Before I go any further, yes, I have heard of the new Picard-themed show coming to CBS and I'm beyond PSYCHED about it!