Little girl with braids akimbo
We see the wisdom in your eyes
That captures heart and hope and courage
When even voice falters.
When words return
They offer a singular understanding of individuality. Humanity.
Age and grace give you a place of honor and admiration deserved. Yet not the most important thing. For the light of a true voice remains well beyond faltering accolades.
This is an archival post from March 2011.
I’m what would be described as an emerging writer…although I’m neither new at writing nor young. I have been a storyteller for a long time but my medium has been television. My work now is to become nimble in the craft of writing. It is a challenge.
I hear dialogue and see action when I write. My stories have a voice (and usually an accompanying visual) that plays like a movie in my head; the result of writing scores of scripts, narratives and introductions for film and television projects I’ve produced. It’s an enviable skill to have for a medium that relies on sound and images but a burden for writing literary fiction where story, plot and words are the masters.
But, I’ve been writing all my life so my backlog of unpublished short stories and poetry have given me a way to re-train myself. The poetry has been especially useful because it depends so much upon the vitality and authenticity of words. When I write poetry it doesn’t invoke an image, its origins are organic and my response is visceral. When I’m lucky, my fiction writing has a certain poetry.
I admire writers who are inherently cerebral. I admire writers who demonstrate a fluidity of language. I admire writers with powers of description that lift characters or locales right from the page. I don’t know what kind of writer I am, yet. I do know when I write well my head, heart and spirit are all composing and my keyboard is just their instrument.
Post Script: My novel, Long Way Home a World War II Novel, is available as an e-book on Amazon.com I’m completing my second book, working title: Motor City/Magic City about an African American, female private investigator working in Detroit .
“Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.”
Zora Neale Hurston (Born January 7 1891)
“A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days.”
-Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
Interesting interview with Author Sarah Schulman by Jessa Crispin. Schulman’s book Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination is available at Kindle Bookstore.