|Coyote on the hunt|
Saturday, December 16, 2017
This short story, Winter Count, was written a number of years ago. I had attended a gun show and ended up talking with a fellow named Rolland who was involved in the fur trade. One thing led to another and Winter Count was the resulting story. I put it aside. I could not imagine that such a story would find a market. It was, after all, old. It had an old person, an old problem and was about an old profession. The modern world could hardly be interested in this. Obviously I got over my reluctance and I sent it out to a few markets including the MFA program at Converse College in South Carolina. They loved it. Who would have believed it? Not me! You can read my short story with this link. Winter Count at South 85 Journal
Thursday, December 7, 2017
It's a very unique market, in fact, so unique that most people haven't heard of story dispensing machines. But with the hard work of an Alberta writer, there is one of these machines at Edmonton Airport. One of my short stories is included. Eggs Zackly is flash fiction, in this case, under 500 words. Sorry there is no link that I can give you to read this story. It's different, but it's another publishing credit. Onward
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
I got an email from a new acquaintance. She’d given me her address this past summer and I wrote a note just to say hi. In my email, I told her that I write, and gave the address to one of my blogs. FYI the three blogs are linked to one another, so I usually give people my lizbetz address.
In her response email, she joked that since she now knew I was a writer, she’d have to make sure of her spelling and grammar. Well. This did remind me of something that I’ve sensed. Or imagined. People behave a little differently around you when they know you write.
Here’s my writer’s brain thinking about this. While story telling is a natural, common part of our social world, making things up and writing them down is foreign. Even suspicious. For some perhaps, warning bells ring. SECRETS must not be revealed. On the other hand the act of writing might be considered lofty and elitist - a.k.a. ALIEN. Or there may be an element of pity and discounting. Poor dear, she thinks she is a writer.
Here’s the truth. Because I am a writer, I behave differently around people. I’ve usually got a project on the go and at one level I am always searching for inspiration. I do want to reassure you there is never any direct link to what you may have shared and what I write. It might be your seed, but the gardener/writer is a creator that spins it into a fictional world that bears no resemblance to the inspiration source. I don’t care how you spell or what your grammar skills are. Relax, my new friend.
Another interesting reaction when, as I claimed the status retired, I added that I write. The woman responded with, “Oh. So you’re still working.”
That’s very insightful.
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
What a rush! Down in the Dirt magazine V150 - October is now released. Inside of this issue is my short story A Finch at the Window. That I expected. The surprise, and pleasure, is that the good people at Down in the Dirt have used my story title as the issue title. This tip of the hat to my story is unexpected and I am humbled. Thank you. Read the story here at Down in the Dirt. Click on current issue square. To read other stories of mine that Down in the Dirt has published link here and look for my name in the writer listings.
Thursday, August 24, 2017
I sometimes wish that every time I sat down to write that the words would flow effortlessly and be as beautiful as I can make them. I have had moments like this but far more I have writing projects that were wrenched word by word onto the page. Those days when my words have balked and stalled and caused me to despair used to be frequent. I still write slow but I don’t fret as much. I sometimes have to be satisfied with sentences and paragraphs that I know will not end up on the final draft. It just is. I’ve done this before, and I will again and in the end I will be satisfied. I recognize that word by word is maybe more valuable to a writer than the effortless flow. Steady work will get me further than any sprint. I get it. But I do like the tumble of ideas, the leaping of connections, the phrases that sing, the flow.
Saturday, July 22, 2017
I have in mind to write a novel and I have started that. It’s slow going but there is progress. In the meantime I’m doing some outside the novel work. I’m expanding my comfort zone. This goal came to me in the form of a book called Writing as a Sacred Path. I didn’t expect to need another advice book; even a non-writing friend marveled that I was still seeking to learn more of writing.
Within the book are some experiments beyond what I already know. Some of them have actually caused me to be fearful and I’m interested in the point where that begins, so I can understand and work with the limitations within my confidence. Trepidation and caution were the order of the day when I worked a trance-evoking exercise. My fears of calling upon the unknown, unleashing power from the forces of occult seemed more than I could handle. This was definitely beyond my comfort zone. Was it exactly what I needed? I tried two of the three possible methods for trance evoking and found that drumming suited me far better than staring at an object. As far as my worries about being in a trance…they were flights of imagination and not based on reality.
My report on this exercise…I’m impressed – simple and effective. I modified the experiment to suit me which added to my self-confidence. Writing is never about doing it the way you are told, it is always about finding your own way to the page. I did find another method of staying at the writing project until something comes forth.
Monday, June 5, 2017
Writers talk about their muse. Is that a fancy term for the current inspiration, a tongue in cheek answer to where the ideas are found or a pocket of the unconscious that a writer must learn to be receptive to?
I have recently said that my muse has led me to writing a larger work (perhaps even a novel). That may be but it turns out the muse isn’t a powerful engine pulling at me with a tow rope. The writing has slowed to a crawl with more than a few vacations. I have a sneaking suspicion that counting on the muse is a new way to be lazy. I’m disappointed. My personal fiction of being so inspired that my writing would be easy is just that. Fiction.
I think I knew that. I think I hoped I wouldn’t drift through my days because I had this big project to go to. Instead I have found myself stargazing.
I have to forgo the sleepy habits. I have to self-monitor my progress. I have to work at this; I cannot expect any help from the muse unless I’m writing. Commitment is necessary. The spark has to meet the right conditions in order to burst into flames. It’s up to me to figure out the right conditions for my writing. Then the sparks will fly and the writing heat will warm me.
I will share a little list of the conditions that I have found to be right in the past.
1. Blogging, journals and emails. The condition of warming up to words.
2. Making notes towards a project. The capture of the fleeting.
3. Clustering on the page. Exploration without expectation.
4. Actual writing. Good or bad, putting the words on the page.
I forget sometimes how exceptional it is when the words flow onto the page almost as fast as I can type. This might even be fiction as I do forget the effort that actually went into a piece. The words might flow onto the page but there was brain time involved. It seems to me that my muse doles things out in tiny increments and expects me to work for them. The muse may well be the offspring of inspiration and sweat.