I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.




Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Easter, the real DEADLINE


On a well known agent’s blog recently, I promised a group of online writer-friends that I would finish my on again, off again novel (which has a great premise) and have it ready for querying by Easter this year.

Will I live up to my promise?

Hell no!

Am I disappointed, am I a slacker, do I feel like a failure?
 
Absolutely not.

I’ve been working on that ball and chain, and fitting in my promise to finish it as best I can, and I am not enjoying a minute of it. Recently I figured out how to handle a huge stumbling block regarding background and truly got excited about sailing through to the next port. And then…waves, undertow, sand in my grannies, I wasn’t loving it. No joy, no pleasure, it felt like a huge anchor weight and waste of time.  

It’s shelved.

Confession time.

I have always believed that in order to be a successful writer, I mean a really successful writer, traditionally publishing novels is the best path between the lines to the end of the pool and a place on the winner’s stand. Because  I meander my words by drifting, I’ll never be a novelist.

Nope never.

Don’t wanna be. It’s not in me and boys and girls that’s okay.

I remember reading an article many, many years ago written by the great Mr. King. To paraphrase, he said…write what you are best at writing. He added that he wanted to write the great American novel but knew that horror writing was what he did best. Duh, ya think! So that’s what he did.

I am an essay writer.

I am a writer of columns and articles.

Yes, I am a storyteller but the stories I write are about me. They are about my family and the collective family I call all of us.

I have been published hundreds of times in newspapers and magazines. My life has literally been an open book, written as validation that we all share the same angst, anger, love, compassion and confusion.  We struggle, we fear, we excel, we feel joy and drink in support like a parched camel with a hump drained dry. (Author’s note: I know camels don’t store water in their humps but I liked the comparison.)

Nope, no more fiction for me. It’s non-fiction all the way to the (tiny) bank (account).

Because I recently retired my column, which ran in eight newspapers, I now must find a place to place my (HUMBLE) brilliance. Workin’ on that. Maybe by Easter this year. Yeh, Easter that’s a great deadline. Did I ever mention that my mother, a lapsed Catholic girl, died on an Easter Sunday? (God’s last laugh.)
 
Now that’s a deadline.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Old, new and and on your way


Christmas almost here and a new year just around the corner. A time for reflection and looking forward? Yeah sure.
When we keep in mind that we can’t change the past and can’t predict the future why do we even examine that which has come before and that which lies ahead.
Well… that’s what people do this time of year so here’s my take on the old going out and the new coming in.

Personally big changes took place at my end. Retirement from full-time to part-time at my nine to five and no more column deadline. (Committed to finishing a book.) Life could not be better. Family is everything and wonderful.

Having said that, let me add this for my writer friends who have never been published and dream to be. As we all know, dreams don’t get us where we want to go, hard work and determination do. Here’s a few suggestions

Do write with eyes open and mind attuned.
Don’t get caught up in trends, make your own.

Do let learning be you’re your pathway.
Stay true to your core.

Do follow the bedrock rules. Writer’s arrogance is poison.
Don’t follow all the rules. Break them wisely.

Believe.
Do.

And, like a toddler, look forward with wonder, get back up after you stumble and take naps. Naps are a writer’s classroom.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Helloooo ho ho happy holidays

Oh my. So long since I posted a comment.
I'm still here, still writing and figuring out my next move.
Because I have retired from full-time to part-time at my 9 to 5 and because I have retired my column (it rests but still has a heartbeat), I am immersing myself in family.
For well over forty years I have not been able to devote myself to family and the season because of my job. This year is the first year they have come first. It is beyond wonderful that a time clock does not rule the holiday.

Next year...who knows what it will bring. Last years horoscope said that THIS year would be one of big changes. It sure was, continues to be and is wonderful.
Still querying.
Finalizing a new/old project and deciding on next moves.
Until then, ho ho, happy New Year and may your holidays be ones filled with what really matters to you.