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.
Saturday, May 20, 2017
This little story has surprised me many times. It began as a smile of recognition - I read of someone naming their belly pouch 'the Alien'. That funny start lead to a picture in the mind and that picture lead to my writing this story. Then I shook my head - Who in the world would read a story like this? I don't have to market it, I thought. Then a newsletter of market information arrived and I started submitting it here and there. It was picked up and it gave me another example of how I am not the best judge of what might be accepted. Now this little story it is surprising me by the company it is keeping. Check it out yourself at The Human Touch Journal. The Tag is on page 98, but type in 48 in the PDF bar to go right to it. Here is your link - The Tag
Friday, March 17, 2017
This little story has some elements that I enjoyed writing. The main character is devious but her tricks are about to come undone, or are they? Down in the Dirt publications have taken three of my stories now and all of them are available to read...Once... you've found my name. The names are on the left hand side and arranged alphabetically by the last name although the first one is first. So Liz Betz is after Nancy Lee Bethea and before Robert Beveridge. A Finch at the Window is waiting for you to read it at
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Wednesday, February 22, 2017
I think I spend too much time being haunted by conversations, mainly my responses. What I should have said, what I meant. Like anyone ever has a do-over. It’s a useless occupation, the situation arose and it went the way it went. The question was asked and answered. The opportunity was bungled or handled. My words were said. The mistakes were made, the impressions were formed. It is time to move on.
However, these hauntings contain potential for story plots. Or insanity if I continue to overthink the incident! I’m going to choose story plot. Here are some steps that have worked for me in the past to move from disturbed to inspired.
First I will make brief notes, with dates and names of what happened. These truths are then filed. I have found that because I have recorded the facts of the matter, I can then move away from further mental review. It (the disturbance) is ‘put away.’
Sometime later, I will be ready to create fiction around the situation. I will give my feelings to another, or I will create another who thinks and reacts very different than I do and let the incident or something similar happen to them. I will stretch and exaggerate, I will think of dire results or causes. I will let the seed from my own world grow in a world of its own. But unlike the gardener, the seed is not predictable. The end story may bear little resemblance to the inciting incident.
It is true, at least sometimes, that the writer writes towards what he knows. A story can be part of that search. “To really perform, you have to give yourself over to the fact that you don’t know what you’re creating until you’re done.”