On 22 August 2016, I read a blog post by my dear friend Gulara Vincent on the joy of completing one’s tasks. In the post, she affirms that she must finish everything she starts otherwise “all the work you put in simply doesn’t count”. (https://gularavincent.com/the-joy-of-completion/)
    
Unlike her, I think that there is value in unfinished businesses or books. They are like the humble manure that feeds the seeds of emotional and spiritual growth, the stepping stones for writing better books.

In my family, duty came before pleasure, no matter what. Days out were either non-existent or had to be cut short because of my parents’ working commitments. My mum, like many other women at the time, was expected to take care of the family (cooking, cleaning, ironing, and so on) and work full time.

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”

Therefore, I took for granted that I had to finish whatever I started, felt ashamed in the rare cases I didn’t, and planned my future. In my twenties I discovered that Allen Saunders’s quote “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans” was an accurate description of what was happening to me. Since then, slowly and painfully, I’ve been learning to go with the flow, as a woman and as a writer.

As a woman, once I had my own family, I behaved like my mum at first, working full time and looking after the flat, until I split the chores in half and asked my husband for help. I always did my part, while most of the times he didn’t. That infuriated me, but I acknowledge that he taught me something precious: the importance of taking care of myself, of listening to my body.

Now, many years, mistakes and health problems later, I don’t mind if my home is not spotless because, for example, I prefer to rest instead of dusting a room. I do my best, and that’s enough even if it’s not perfect. And I’ve accepted that broken relationships cannot be fixed and therefore promises of everlasting love cannot be kept. Once a relationship has served its spiritual purpose, the business is finished and moving on is the wise thing to do.

"...then I allow the characters to take it over, to make it more vivid and real."

As a writer, I plot my story before starting to write it, and then I allow the characters to take it over, to make it more vivid and real. When I’m stuck, it’s not because of the writer’s block. I don’t force the process anymore. I do other things instead, like research, editing, reading, housework. Especially housework. It clears my mind better than anything else. The story finds the way to emerge and form in my conscious mind when it’s ready for me to write it down. Going with the flow also means to accept that my first novel, which I started about six years ago, will remain unfinished. I’ve used some research material I gathered when writing it, and recycled a few scenes, and that’s all.

Nevertheless, the time spent on it wasn’t wasted. Writing those first nine chapters made me realise that I needed to attend creative writing classes and workshops if I was serious about becoming a writer; and attending those courses taught me, among other things, the importance of constructive feedback, that now I covet as much as I once feared it.

"I’ve discovered that the solutions the universe offers me are more attuned to my life purpose."
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In conclusion, as a writer and a woman, I’m following the path of least resistance instead of the one that seems more logical. I’ve discovered that the solutions the universe offers me are more attuned to my life purpose, that attaining perfection in everything I do is less important than keeping my sanity; and that to keep my sanity, sometimes I must put pleasure before duty. Or, to quote Stephen King, in his famous book “On Writing”: “As with all aspects of the narrative art, you will improve with practice, but practice will never make you perfect. Why should it? What fun would that be?” 

How do you feel about unfinished business? Have any life lessons helped you in your writing?

By Christopher Heard
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It was early in 2011 when I first began scratching down notes for what would become my book, In Hemingway’s Room (released July 21, 2016). I had been thinking about this book and this story for years. My interest in Ernest Hemingway’s love of hotels and love of writing in hotels first began when I was just a kid of twelve years old or so, when I first rode my bike up to the old Selby Hotel in downtown Toronto (which had since been converted to a Clarion Hotel), where I knew a young Ernest Hemingway had lived when he was working at the Toronto Star.
 
Years later in ‘09-10, when I was working on my hotel living book The Suite Life: The Magic and Mystery of Hotel Living, I began adding Hemingway material into the manuscript. Yet, the Hemingway stories became so plentiful that it began to feel a bit Hemingway-heavy – I wrote in my notebook, “take this stuff out, there is a whole book in this.” I didn’t know if I would ever get to do that book but filed it away in the ‘to be done’ section of my consciousness. The book did get written but took on an organic life of its own that kept the story going even when I was sure I had reached The End.

The great writing lesson that the experience of writing In Hemingway’s Room taught me, or rather confirmed for me in spades, was that you must leave yourself wide open to taking a rather odd turns here and there – that you must follow those turns, even if for just a little while to see where they lead, because sometimes they open you up to something you never anticipated but fall in love with instantly, and ultimately add to your work in ways that produce smiles all around. 
 
"It was cool to be sitting in the place where the young Ernest Hemingway lived before he became…Ernest Hemingway."

When physically writing In Hemingway’s Room, I would hang out in the old Selby Hotel (which was built in to an existing mansion that was once owned by the Gooderham & Worts Limited Whiskey producing family) and sit in the front parlor (which was by then the reception room) or in the old bar/lounge area (by then the breakfast room) to write. It was cool to be sitting in the place where the young Ernest Hemingway lived before he became…Ernest Hemingway. This was the place he grew in to his own as a writer. In the second floor suite in which he lived, there still sat the old desk he would write at, where he sketched out his notes, for what would become A Farewell to Arms. Since I write everything - every book, every magazine piece - in longhand first, it was a great thrill to be sitting in that place writing about the great man of American letters who himself sat in that very place writing in his notebooks. 
 
This went on for the years I was researching and writing the book – I must have haunted those rooms at least fifty times throughout the process – then, just before beaming the completed rough first draft out to my publisher Melanie Fountain in California, I decided to stop by the Selby Hotel once more to read over the manuscript before sending it off.  
 
When I rounded the corner from Bloor Street on to Sherbourne Street, something immediately seemed wrong – the parking lot was empty and there was a big sign erected in front of the hotel. I looked at the sign and read in disbelief that the hotel had been closed and was due to be converted into condos imminently. I had heard rumors of such a thing but could not believe that the city would allow this to happen to the place Ernest Hemingway had lived in and worked – every other town on the face of the earth that Hemingway set foot in or had a drink in has made a small tourist cottage industry of that fact, this town should be no different – after all, as John Hemingway (Ernest’s grandson) told me, “Toronto is a Hemingway town!” 
 
I mention John Hemingway because I told him about the closure and the desk and he asked me if there was a way I might find inside the closed hotel for a look see – on the up and up, if entirely possible, as the family would love to retain such a desk of course. 
 
Suddenly, at the suggestion of my astute publisher Melanie Fountain, the book I was writing was no longer finished. The Hemingway desk in the old Hemingway Suite at the old Selby Hotel would breathe a contemporary curve in the story that I was now a part of, and the story was writing itself on a week by week basis. I tried several times, on the up and up and otherwise, to bust my way in to that shut down hotel to see if the Hemingway desk was still there and if it could be procured.

"John Hemingway said he would post bail if my attempts failed." 

One occasion, while I was perched high on a set of exterior fire stairs, a black SUV rolled up – I assumed it was Johnny Law but it turned out to be a representative of the developers who threatened me with immediate arrest. I told him to blow his “trespassing” threat out his you-know-what but had to admit that he pretty much had me on the threat of ‘attempt break and enter’. I feared not. John Hemingway said he would post bail if my attempts failed. I swore to John that if SWAT were to surround the building as I crashed in looking for the Hemingway desk, that I would never utter his name – his response was, “No, go ahead and name me, that would be cool.” 
 
Finally, I was able to connect with a member of the new development company who had taken over the condo project, a very nice fellow named John English, who was unaware of the Hemingway connection to the building and was intrigued enough to begin thinking about including it in the plans for the development. He graciously took me in to the gutted hotel and took me to the Hemingway Suite – which was very interesting because it was empty – there was no flat screen TV, no bed, no fancy electronics …and no desk. I sat on the floor by the fireplace and quietly looked around the room realizing that I was looking at the room in much the condition that Ernest Hemingway looked at it all those years ago – just wooden floors, a fireplace, ornate piping around the baseboards and the ceiling – this was the closest I would get to being In Hemingway’s Room as he knew it – it was thrilling. 
 
But the desk, the desk was gone, but where? John English told me he had no idea what the previous owners of the hotel did with the furnishings. He assumed they were either junked or sold off to some sort of clearing house or perhaps forwarded to a charity. 

"...scratched into the surface the words, 'A Farewell to Arms'"
 
So there I sat, thinking about Ernest Hemingway and thinking about Citizen Kane – as Rosebud sat in a warehouse amidst a pile of forgotten stuff waiting to be thrown into an incinerator to be burned as junk, so might the Hemingway desk, unbeknownst to those housing it or to those about to toss it on the fire – but I allowed myself to think also that maybe someone would notice scratched into the surface the words, 'A Farewell to Arms' and stop and start thinking about Ernest Hemingway too. 

Comment and let us know how far you would have gone in search of the Hemingway desk? Has your writing ever taken you on an unexpected journey?

Christopher Heard was born in Oshawa, Ontario, but now lives in Toronto, Ontario. He always dreamed of being a writer and with a lot of hard work and good fortune became one. He has written ten books so far, among them, Dreaming Aloud: The Life and Films of James Cameron, DEPP, Britney Spears: Little Girl Lost, and The Suite Life: The Magic and Mystery of Hotel Living. He has also had a long TV career that includes hosting and producing his own show Reel to Real, the award winning show On The Arts and is currently an on-air contributor to CTV News broadcast out of Toronto.

Connect with Christopher on Twitter @AuthorCHeard

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Here is a list of angry words and their meanings.

1. Acrid: extremely harsh (also refers to an unpleasant taste or smell)
2. Acrimonious: harshly unpleasant
3. Aggravated: angrily agitated
4. Angered: made angry
5. Annoyed: angry about being disturbed or harassed
6. Antagonistic: angrily opposed
7. Antipathetic: expressing antipathy, or aggression or aversion
8. Apoplectic: violently angry, from the adjectival form of apoplexy, the former word for stroke
9. Ballistic: explosively angry, from the adjective describing projectile flight
10. Bellicose: aggressively angry, from the synonym for warlike
11. Belligerent: see bellicose
12. Bitter: harshly upset due to resentment
13. Blue in the face: see frustrated, from the idea of facial discoloration caused by extreme emotion
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14. Boiling: extremely angry, with the figurative sense of being agitated like heated water
15. Bristling: defensively angry, suggestive of an animal’s hair bristling as it responds to a threat
16. Burning: extremely angry, from the notion of the body overheating because of the intensity of feeling
17. Caustic: cruelly angry, or sarcastic
18. Cheesed off: see frustrated (can also mean “bored” or “disgusted”)
19. Choleric: easily angered
20. Churlish: disrespectfully angry
21. Cold: angry in an emotionally remote manner
22. Contrary: uncooperatively angry
23. Cool: angry but with emotions are held in check
24. Embittered: made upset
25. Enraged: violently angry
26. Exasperated: see frustrated
27. Fired up: see hot
28. Fit to be tied: extremely angry, suggesting that the person angered should be restrained
29. Foaming: so angry as to suggest insanity caused by hydrophobia (rabies), from the idea that foaming at the mouth is symptomatic of the disease
30. Frustrated: angry or upset because of obstacles or challenges
31. Fuming: extremely angry, from the association of the person with a volcano or other heated natural phenomenon
32. Furious: intensely angry
33. Going crook: losing one’s temper
34. Hopping: so angry as to suggest that the person might jump up and down to express or assuage anger
35. Hopping mad: see hopping
36. Horn-mad: extremely angry
37. Hostile: actively intimidating, unfriendly, or resistant
38. Hot: angry, with the sense of physical discomfort caused by emotion
39. Hot under the collar: see hot
40. Icy: see cold
41. Incensed: see indignant
42. Indignant: angry because of a real or perceived slight or unjust attack
43. Inflamed: see hot
44. Infuriated: see furious
45. Irate: see furious
46. Ireful: see irate
47. Livid: intensely angry to the point of being unable to control oneself (livid, however, can also mean “bruised,” “pale,” or “colorful,” with the second sense associated with pain, shock, or fear)
48. Mad: angry; this term has so many other senses and is so easily replaced by any of its many synonyms that it is all but useless except in a statement starting with “I’m so mad I could . . .”
49. Outraged: angry about an offense
50: Perturbed: upset (also means “confused”)
51. Pissed off: angry
52. Rabid: see foaming
53: Raging: see furious
54. Rancorous: malevolently angry
55. Rankled: angry or resentful
56. Ranting: irrationally angry
57. Raving: see ranting
58. Riled: upset
59. Roiled: see riled
60: Seeing red: so angry that one’s vision is blurred, or one is stimulated as a bull in a bullfight
61. Seething: repressing violent anger
62. Shirty: angry
63. Smoldering: see seething
64. Sore: see indignant
65. Soreheaded: see indignant
66. Steamed: see hot
67. Steaming: see hot
68: Storming: having a temper or an anger suggestive of stormy weather
69. Stormy: see storming
70. Ticked: angry; also “ticked off”
71. Vitriolic: see caustic
72. Worked up: upset
73. Wrathful: see furious
74. Wroth: see furious
75. Wrought up: see “worked up”

75 Synonyms for “Angry” By Mark Nichol

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