This is What Happened When I Planted my Book Dream in the Garden #MondayBlogs

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Two things have happened this week.

An old plastic bag unearthed itself at the bottom of my garden. At the time I was inspecting a hole in the fence which my dog had made.

Po, my dog, was busying explaining in dog language, a complicated series of barks, woofs and whines, how he was using the hole to communicate with the little spaniel, Lilly, who lives behind us. According to Po, Lilly loves to natter and the gap in the wood made it easier for him to hear her lovely dog voice.

Seconds before I started shouting at my beloved dog for ruining the fence, I spotted the familiar bag, sticking out of the earth, near the compost heap.

A day later I found this draft blog post from April 2016…

I have planted my book dream in the garden.

In life you should always let magic have a go at turning your hopes and dreams into reality. You also have to take action if you want those dreams to happen, but it’s reassuring to know that if your own efforts don’t work, magic might still be able to come up with something.

My family are attempting to grow some veg, so I thought I would….wait for itplant my book dream at the same time!

This crazy idea came from one of my favourite films, The Odd Life of Timothy Green.

In this sweet, tear-jerking film, a childless couple bury a box in their back garden, containing all of their wishes for a child.

Over a bottle of wine they list out on bits of paper all of their future child’s characteristics and passions and stick them in a box, which they place in the soil.

You need to watch the film to find out what happens next. I have watched it countless times and it always makes me cry. 

The garden has been turned into a giant vegetable patch and I am now writing down all my wishes for my book dream in the style of The Odd Life of Timothy Green.

A bottle of wine is next to me (like in the film) and I am saying each book characteristic with vigour and power. I think the wine is helping here.

For noting, I don’t think I will bury the book dream in my husband’s neat and tidy vegetable patch, think I will go for somewhere at the back of the shed, near the compost mound. Don’t want my book dream to get in the way of his courgettes and tomatoes plus I have had a few glasses of wine.

In the film the couple bury their dreams in the soil and the following night there is this huge magical storm (it only rains over the couple’s house, nowhere else).

I have checked the Welsh weather forecast here and it’s mainly dry for the next few days. No sign of any magical storms.

Would they show up on a weather forecast though? *Chewing on pencil and at same time frantically googling magical storms*

I am not going to give up hope. Tomorrow or in a few days time (post magical storm) my book dream will be a reality.

This blog post will stay in draft mode until my book dream becomes a reality.

*Blonde writer happily skips to bottom of garden, clutching suspicious sealed plastic bag and singing to herself*

Three Years Later…

The vegetable patch is now a distant memory. I think we lasted a few months and then got bored of my husband’s courgettes.

Okay, so in the film it took a few hours for the magic to happen.

In my life it took just over three years. I blame the Welsh weather, the quality of the soil and the lack of magical storms.

*Trumpet fanfare*

I know what you must be thinking. In April 2016 I had the idea for Instructions so it was bound to happen – right?

Well, writer friends and readers of this blog will know that since April 2016 I have written thousands of words, countless stories and I have also switched genres. The chances of this story surviving all my creative tantrums, my episodes of dithering, a lot of rejections and it being shelved several times were slim. The family vegetable patch had more of a chance with achieving success.

Also, the thought of being an indie author scared the hell out of me for years. I didn’t think I had the courage to independently publish.

The contents of my little bag three years on… (post being wiped cleaned and sprayed with anti-bacterial spray as it stunk of cat wee. In the film there was no cat wee aroma).

I have checked my early ideas on the story and they did NOT feature a pub – but the final version does *sigh*

My book is about heaven, true love and it is funny.

Definitely magic at work here, readers!

If you plant your dreams magic might have your back!

Have a great day, watch the film and plant your book dreams.

If you live in Wales you are looking at a three-year SLA (service level agreement) on your dreams happening.

Might be quicker to bury your dreams in other parts of the U.K.

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Lucy Mitchell lives in South Wales with her husband, her two teenage daughters, a giant labrador and a gang of unruly cats. Lucy is the author of the award winning blog, BlondeWriteMore and was a Featured Romance Author on Wattpad. When she’s not working or writing, Lucy can be found listening to audiobooks in a muddy field with her dog or sat outside her local pub in the sunshine enjoying a glass of wine. Her debut novel Instructions For Falling In Love Again is out in June 2019.

29 thoughts on “This is What Happened When I Planted my Book Dream in the Garden #MondayBlogs

  1. Of course, Welsh time is always slower than everyone else’s time. That’s why it took three years. How annoying for you that the one time you needed it to rain in Wales it was actually dry and sunny though. Still, I’m glad your book dreams finally grew, and look forward to sampling the fruits of your labour.

  2. Oh that is magic! I love that film too!
    Right… Off to bury my bookish hopes and dreams!!!!!
    Lucy I can’t wait for the release, you Know I’m here… And if you need advanced readers for reviews etc. you know where I am xxx

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  3. I have heard of people burying dreams and wishes in their gardens, but never heard of one about writing a book. I will probably spend the rest of the day deciding what to plant. I suppose it really should be one wish at a time?

      1. Ooh thank you Lucy. That’s high praise coming from an author like you!! 😊😊
        But I guess most of it can be mainly appreciated from an Indian background and point of view. Right?

  4. I should never blame anything on Wales. You see, my darling (maternal) grandmother was a Cardiff lass. Please forgive what you may not want to hear but I do believe that magic happens in its own time and not that of us mere mortals. You’ve planted your seeds in rich soil and it will produce when sufficiently vintage. Wine always helps. I should know as I live in the largest grape growing region in France and the wine in nearby Embres-Castelmaure is sublime. If I ever get to Wales, I shall bring a few bottles with for emergencies…

      1. It was my pleasure. Reading your post I could hear my grandmother, Eleanor, singing. What a voice. I’ve no doubt she was filled with Welsh magic. πŸ™‚ Thank you for the beautiful memory you gave me.

      2. She was. Every time I see a daffodil, she is there and I love learning about Wales. One day I hope to get there and a blogging friend, Polly has offered to buy the coffee. πŸ™‚

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