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May 15, 2009

Telling The Exact Truth


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Always be prepared!


I have been to the gym three days in a row and I have every intention of going again today.  It isn't something I feel dread about, nor is it something I feel I "should" do, it's something that is making me feel better.  I might only do 20 minutes on the elliptical machine today since I have a lot of gardening to do which is also physical work.  But I promised myself that if I was going to spend the money for a month of the gym which we can barely afford, I'll make sure it is money well spent.  The truth is that I have been enjoying it.  I have had the urge to do more exercise lately but every time I try to take a walk my body hurts too much.  The elliptical makes me feel like I'm running without my joints hurting.

I have been writing- fiction.  I still suck at it.  It is also taking up a lot of time that I could be using to do some other projects.  I have spent some time wondering how these mom authors with a litter of children pump out best selling novels.  Do they dispense with the cooking and cleaning?  Do they stay up until 3am writing and then get up at 7am to take care of the kids and husband?  I'm slightly resentful that this incredible new drive to write is coming to me right now.  Why not float for a while in a comfortable routine of manageable projects instead of adding something more to the table?

But I can't help it.  I'm expanding a great deal right now in my professional craft.  Which brings me to the question: can a writer call themselves professional if they haven't had anything published?  I have done some technical writing, but is my writing this blog, writing a possible book, is this all professional if no one is willing to publish it?  It's much more than a life long hobby.  But referring to it as my "calling" sounds insufferably lofty. 

I have over come one previous writing stumbling block which is how to make up a story using "what I know" without it being autobiographical.  I used to experience agonies over telling the exact truth.  So I couldn't take something I'd experienced in real life and then make shit up about it to fit it into a new context or attribute it to someone who isn't real.  Just couldn't do it.

Now I have come up with a story I'm really interested in telling about characters that are not taken directly from my life, but are (of course) inspired by it, but they truly aren't caricatures or simply copies of people I know with the names changed.  It's fascinating- the process of inventing people and giving them a world and a past, a possible future.

But the next hurdle is trying to actually write them into situations, action, dialog...I have confirmed that my strongest writing style is a kind of hybrid of poetry and prose where I speak in fractured sentences (which, in poetry, aren't considered fractured), strong language, rich and thick and all at once.  Telling a story in third person is a more delicate and light affair. 

I am practicing my skills.  Trying to build skill where I haven't got any.  I was thinking that I should write in the first person, in casual language which is something I'm good at doing, however, I don't think this story I have in my mind is best served by first person.

Is it likely that someday you will be telling people "I was reading her blog long before she wrote her best selling book!"?  Yeah, not likely.

For a complete change of subject: I think it's pretty dumb for a person named "Brooke" to name her daughter "Rain".  You can just think of them as the water feature family.

It is insanely beautiful here today.  It is supposed to shine bright for the next few days, then a little rain, then more sun!  This is what I love so much about where I live.  The landscape is lush and gorgeous from all the rain so that when the sun comes out it's a velvet world I live in with plants growing at incredible speeds.  I have so much gardening to do and cooking to do and here it is 11am already.  I am still in my pajamas, drinking my coffee, wanting to hunker down and write some story no one is ever going to read.

Another thing- does it interest anyone besides me that Stephanie Meyer is Mormon?

My friend Lisa E. wrote a knitting project which I've got up at Stitch and Boots and I'd love it if you'd check it out!

Knit Your Own Washcloth

By the way- it is really exciting that one day last week Stitch and Boots actually got 100 visits!  Do you know how long it took this blog to reach that point?  Many many months.  Please keep telling people about it if you know anyone who might enjoy it! 

Notice how I never ask you to tell people about Dustpan Alley?  I would feel weird doing that because this is just me, but Stitch and Boots is a collaborative effort and it deserves a lot of promotion.  Just thought I'd explain.

I am reluctant to get going with my day.  I realize that these long posts of mine are hard to focus on.  That this may be why my blog never goes further than it does.  However, this is where I've got to put everything down.  There's a lot in this head that needs emptying every day.  I can't help it.  Wait, I could start a secret blog where I channel the longer spill off.  I could put only the really exciting stuff here- make it so that the posts here are all brief and then keep babbling on some other page.  I could do that. 

It's like we're having coffee and I don't want you to leave yet.  Stay a little longer, let me get you some more coffee...I suppose my spastic energy has worn you out.  Yes, I understand (I don't really understand), you must go be with normal people now.

I am going to go stare at my million pickle jars.  I may have made more pickles than we needed last year.  I may not be making many more this year.  My home canned shelf is beginning to look pretty bare.  I will go sit in front of it with the rest of my coffee and enjoy the jars.


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Comments (10)

RE:Stephanie Meyer-yeah, I thought about it for awhile when I found out. I actually tried to figure out how it might have influenced the storyline in ways other than what someone of another belief system might have written. Who knows. I think it is funny she does a cameo appearance in the diner where Charlie and Bella are eating.

i dont want to leave either, can i have just one more cup of coffee? i remember -still- how i felt when i left your house. i felt like crying because i didnt want to go. coulnt we just stay up all night long and talk and then make coffee at 6am and then talk more and garden and do things? i'm lucky you arent my neighbor or we would never sleep!

Kathy:

I will always come for coffee and always stay just a little longer.
much fondness my friend...

I am enjoying the sunshine today and thinking about getting the rest of the garden planted.

Tomorrow (the 16th is Nichols Garden plant day - I will be there, picking out tomato and pepper plants).

When I think of you I think of you AS a writer, a person with a tangled complicated human life, but firstly as a writer. Our profession is what we profess to do, whether or not the gods of commerce choose to bless us. At least that is what I believe. I tell folks that what I AM is a designer. That is not how I earn my livelihood, that is who I am. I have been noticing that in the last few days your writing here has become stronger and more something to chew on. I hope that you do not decide to cut back to make your posts short and snappy, I LOVE reading what you write, it always gives me something to think about, even if I don't comment.

Tonia- yeah, I keep trying to think how her religious views might have informed her story telling and I admit I'm surprised she's mormon!

Riana- I almost cried when you left too! But I felt it was so selfish of me to want to hold you back, such a joy it was to have you and an honor! You feel like family to me, as you know, and I do wish we were neighbors. But honestly I know that you would make sure we still got plenty done. I know you would see to it!

Kathy- seriously- we live so close I feel we're going to have coffee together before too long. I would love to have you over!

Karmyn- I wish I could get myself to Nichols nursery. I have heard such good things about them and they are local to us both. If I didn't have tomorrow set for garden work (and then I have to work in the afternoon) I would coerce Philip into taking me and then searching for you!

Thank you Alison- I got you wrong, see, I think of you as a photographer. A designer leaves a lot more freedom for medium. Yet it's your photography that you show to greatest advantage on your site and I am in awe of your eye. But there it is, having an "eye" for the visual is what design is all about. However, I have to say I love your writing too.

Nichol's in Albany, right? I try to go at least once in the summer. I love their garden area. We have some great nurseries in & around Eugene and surrounding areas...hint, hint...

Ann:

I hope you don't make another blog. I love your long winded posts. It is just like talking to you, even though we haven't met. If you want, I know you're busy, you can check me out here...http://thoughtherder.blogspot.com/. I'm not a third the writer you are, but still like to get my thoughts out. Of my head, at least. Keep up the great work. And thanks for sharing.

Other than Stitch and Boots I won't have another blog. This one just has to be what it is because it is my great emptier, the reflection of who I am and who I am becoming...I could try to shorten my posts but it wouldn't feel right. I checked out your blog- have bookmarked it as well. I am now in love with the baby bird.

Ann:

Stitch and Boots is very good. Not the same as this blog though. Shortening would take the heart out of it.

We saw that baby bird in some other trees many feet from the original photo on my blog. It has it's parents zooming about, feeding it, and generally waiting on it's every tiny whim.

Thank you for all your comments, but the time for comments is now over. Comments have been turned off on the entire site.


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