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My Writing Process Tour

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There’s a blog tour going on called #mywritingprocess that writers of all genres all over the world are taking part in by sharing insight into their writing life through answering a few simple questions. I was invited to participate by my long-time writing and blogging friend, Kathy Pooler, who is on the cusp of publishing her memoir Ever Faithful To His Lead: My Journey Away from Emotional Abuse, her story about the power of hope through her faith in God.  

Kathy posts regularly on her blog Memoir Writer’s Journey where she shares a treasure-trove of information for those interested in writing the stories of their lives . Kathy is one of the most generous writers I’ve encountered. I have, and continue to, learn a lot from her–about writing and life. I hope you’ll stop by her blog and get to know her.

Now, here are my responses to the #mywritingprocess questions.

What am I working on?

A couple of years ago three female characters took up residence in my mind and I’ve been getting to know them ever since. I’ve dabbled a bit with each of them, creating character sketches, writing a few vignettes, even putting them together and observing their interactions with one another. I’ve spent a fair bit of time considering story ideas, jotting down notes, and asking the ever-important “what if” question over and over again as I tried to draw out the story I wanted to tell.

Recently, I’ve been working on a comprehensive plot outline for a novel about two of these characters . In the plotter (one who develops a clear outline before writing) vs pantser (one who writes without an outline by the seat of their pants) debate I’m firmly planted in the plotter territory on this work. I’m not prepared to say much about this project yet–suffice to say that I’ve been deep into character studies, outlining, research, and am just beginning the actual writing process.

Some time ago I started writing about the life of my grandmother who raised three children on her own during the Great Depression after her husband died. I continue to dabble with that project, researching life in Saskatchewan during the Dirty Thirties, and transcribing my aunt’s–Grandma’s youngest child–diary which she kept from age 14 to 17.

I’ve also been working on an audio version of Two Hearts. Stay tuned for an announcement about this soon.

Finally, I continue to maintain this blog where I post regularly about midlife, life writing, my retiree adventures, and whatever else strikes my fancy. I enjoy interacting with readers who leave comments or send me emails about posts.

Why do I write what I do?

The sage advice to writers is to “write what you know” and that’s the approach I take for the most part. I write about what interests me, what I’m passionate about: midlife, retirement, adoptee issues, and family relationships. I tend to be introspective (perhaps to a fault sometimes) and I do a lot of reflective writing that sometimes morphs into blog posts and sometimes stays safely in a file on my laptop.

I’m fascinated by the intricacies and complexities of diverse family relationships and that factors big time into my new work. There are threads in the story from things that have caught my attention in the media lately too. I’ve been delving into them deeper, researching and learning more because they’ve become important to the story but also because they’re issues that have, or will, touch the lives of many of us at some time. I’m hoping this translates into a work that readers will find both interesting and relevant.

How does my writing process work?

As I looked ahead to what life would be like in retirement I envisioned a routine where I’d rise early in the morning, grab a cup of coffee, and head to my writing cave where I’d put in a few solid hours of writing. Now that I’ve actually arrived in retiree-land it turns out my routine is not quite that cut and dried. Some days that’s exactly what I do, other days I linger in bed over a second cup of coffee and a book, still other mornings find me busy around the house and I don’t make it to my writing room until mid-afternoon. And yes, there are days I don’t make it at all.

I have decided to allow myself a period of grace to settle into our new life before getting too rigid about routine and commit to a schedule that works best for me. Still, when I’m not writing I’m usually thinking about writing–whether it be fodder for a blog post or something I want to work into my novel. I find inspiration is everywhere if I allow myself to be open to receiving it and that’s the reason I carry a notebook around with me most of the time. I’ve learned the hard way that not writing down ideas as they come is a sure-fire way to lose them; my aging brain is not as good at retention and recall as it was when I was younger!

For the time being I’m doing a lot of reading, studying the craft of writing, tending my garden, practicing photography, and as I mentioned earlier, writing a novel.

 

Now, I’m pleased to introduce you to three writers I’ve nominated to take part in the #mywritingprocess tour and who will be posting on their blogs about their writing process next week.

Barbara Techel

Techel-9000-2-e-214x300Barbara Techel “encourages others to live with passion and authenticity and celebrate the human-animal bond which teaches us to enjoy life’s simple pleasures”. She is the author of the award-winning Through Frankie’s Eyes where she shares the story of her journey to the heart of herself and the little dog who accompanied her on the way, an assortment of children’s books about Frankie, the Walk ‘N Roll Dog , and a short story collection For the Love of Animals. Barbara was a guest here last year when Through Frankie’s Eyes was released and she blogs regularly at Joyful Paws.

 

Letty Watt

LettyI’ve been delighted to get to know Letty through her contributions to Story Circle Network’s One Woman’s Day blog. Letty is a retired librarian/teacher who enjoys spending as much time as possible gardening, golfing, and walking her dog. Winter months find her indoors writing stories that mutter around in her head. Letty blogs at Literally Letty and you can also find her at One Woman’s Day.

Denise Roessle

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If memory serves, Denise and I first connected when I was privileged to read and review  her memoir, Second-Chance Mother: A Memoir of Adoption, Loss, and Reunion for Story Circle Book Reviews in 2011. She subsequently agreed to do a guest post here and our mutual interest in adoption issues and life writing resulted is us staying connected over the years. I was honoured to present with her on a panel discussion about The Healing Power of Writing Our Truths at the 2013 American Adoption Congress conference (along with adoption educator Judy M. Miller).


Stories

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Recently we spent a few days in our nation’s capital, Ottawa, Ontario, where we gathered to celebrate the life of my husbands oldest brother who left us suddenly and much too soon.

Air travel can sometimes leave me frazzled and cranky as I deal with navigating through unfamiliar airports, crowds of people (not all of whom share the same sense of what constitutes good manners), the ordeal of passing through security screening, flight delays, turbulence, not enough leg room, and other various indignities. We were fortunate on this trip to enjoy a relatively uneventful travel experience; other than a minor delay with the return flight everything went according to plan.

I always find myself inspired when I travel and have the opportunity to sit back, watch people, and imagine their stories. People are fascinating; diverse, entertaining, humorous, and yes, sometimes irritating. Still, as my life intersects ever-so-briefly with people who, in all likelihood, I will never see again I can’t help but consider what their life story is at that particular moment. Why is that man running down the concourse? What is that woman who is staring blankly into space and tossing M&M’s into her mouth thinking about? Who is meeting the young mother with the sleeping baby on her shoulder and the energetic toddler at her destination?

Another thing I like about air travel–especially trips with long flights as this one was–is the opportunity for uninterrupted reading time. No inflight movies for me. As soon as the flight attendant announces that we can use our electronic devices, I’m happy to open up my Kindle and lose myself. I was fortunate on this trip to have just started reading Carol Bodensteiner’s Go Away Home, a work of historical fiction about the coming of age of a young woman in the World War I era that is loosely based on the life of the author’s grandparents. (See my review of Carol’s book over at Story Circle Book Reviews.)

After I finished the book on the last leg of our flight home I closed the cover of my Kindle and sat back to digest what I had just read. I basked in the afterglow of a story well told, of a novel I had been able to immerse myself in, of a yarn whose ending was bittersweet both in the story itself as in my sorrow that it was over.

I couldn’t help think of the historical fiction work I began a few years ago about the life of my own grandmother–a woman who raised three children on her own on the hot and dusty Saskatchewan prairie through the years of the Great Depression. I set that work on the back burner in favour of the contemporary work I’ve been focusing on more recently but my grandma’s story continues to call to me. The call seemed even louder having just read Bodensteiner’s novel and with the memories still fresh in my mind of just-toured museums in Ottawa where the past was brought to life.

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Since we got home I’ve been immersed in reading about the history of the small town where Grandma raised her family and the stories of those who once lived there, taking notes, and imagining life on the Saskatchewan prairie during those hot, dusty, difficult years. Life was hard, to be sure, especially for a woman left to raise a young family without the support of her husband, but I’ve been struck by the accounts of fun, laughter, and good times told by those who lived through those years. These people did not find happiness in wealth, comfort, or abundance–that’s a good thing because there was none of that to be found. Instead, they appreciated simple and priceless things like family, community, faith, and the kind of fun to be had that didn’t cost a cent. I believe we can learn much from these stories from yesteryear.

I leave you today with a photograph of me taken on our Ottawa trip on Parliament Hill next to a statue commemorating the proclamation of women as “persons” under Canadian law on October 18, 1929–a proclamation that came four days after the birth of my mom, my grandma’s second child, and less than three years before the sudden death of my grandfather. I can’t help but wonder what my grandma thought about the changing landscape for women, or if it really affected the young prairie farm wife much at all, busy as she was tending to her growing family and simply trying to survive.

I think it’s time to dust off my notes, timelines, photographs, early chapters and continue the work of telling her story.

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Anything

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This piece was originally published in the 2014 edition of True Words from Real Women, the annual anthology of life writing by the women of the Story Circle Network.

It is early morning and the three of us sit side by side: mother, daughter, and granddaughter. We are perched on the edge of my daughter’s new-to-her sofa, recently purchased then shampooed and shampooed again. We are peering at our smart phones, which are propped up on the also new-to-her coffee table. These ordinary pieces of furniture are symbolic of a fresh start and a strong determination.

There is no wi-fi in her apartment; the internet is scheduled to be connected later today. We have been relying on our smart phones to connect us to the web, ever conscious of how much data we’re using.

“How much data do you think it would take to play a music video?” my daughter asked a few minutes earlier, at the exact moment I invited her to join me on the sofa saying, “Come sit down; I want you to watch something.”

We laughed at the fact that our minds were going in the same direction. Courage. Strength. A need to get “pumped up” before we headed out the door.

From the time my eyes first opened this morning I have been thinking about how to help impart strength to her for what lies ahead. It came to me as a whisper, a lyric, a song I remember from many years ago. Funny how, at the same time, my daughter realized, too, that she needed music to empower her.

“I don’t care how much data it will take. Let’s do this,” I tell her. So the three of us sit together and I queue up the song on my phone.

“Listen to the words,” I tell her. “Just listen to the words.”

Helen Reddy begins to perform the anthem of a generation, a song I hadn’t cared for when I was young. But I had listened to it again recently, and the words had resonated. The message is one I believe for myself. I want her to internalize it as well.

You can bend but never break me…
I come back even stronger…
If I have to, I can do anything.
I am strong. I am invincible. I am woman.

We listen together. I watch her face. She listens, she nods, she understands.

Then it’s her turn. She starts a song for her generation performed by a group I am unfamiliar with, Hedley. The music is different, not something I would choose to listen to, but the message is similar. I can do anything.

My granddaughter bops and sings along with her mommy; she knows the song, too. Daughter and granddaughter have sung these words together often over the past few days.

You can do anything. Silently I pray that the music will help my daughter find the strength she needs for today and the days to come; and that my granddaughter will grow up strong and independent, knowing she can do anything, as a result of the difficult choices her mommy is making now.

Later, my daughter checks herself in the mirror, as we get ready to head out for the day.

“Hold your head high,” I remind her. “Stand strong.”

Her spine straightens; she stands taller.

“I can do this. I can do anything.” She repeats the lyrics of her song and she smiles.

“You are strong. You are invincible. You are woman,” I agree. “You can do anything.”

We head out the door, taking another step on her journey, doing what she needs to do to ensure safety and sanctuary for herself and her daughter. She takes a path she would not have chosen but that she is faced with nonetheless, on a road that will call upon her to dig deeper than she has ever had to before, and to muster strength she never knew she was capable of.

She is strong. She can do anything. I am so proud of her.

Cloudy Day

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It’s cool here today–a contrast to the unseasonably warm weather we’ve been enjoying–and I’ve spent the afternoon indoors.

I’ve been thinking about the women who attended the writing group I facilitated for a few years when we lived in Washington State and the stories we shared. Perhaps it’s time for me to start a similar group here–or the O.W.L. (Older Women’s Legacy) group I was planning before I retired. We’re heading into summer so it might not be the best time to start something; on the other hand it might turn out to be the best time of all. We’ll see.

On the photography front I’ve become smitten with the look of back lighting in my photographs. I think it gives a dreamy, kind of ethereal look, to images and it complements perfectly the simplicity I like to capture. Yesterday I walked down the ridge behind our home and collected a handful of wild flowers to photograph.  Weeds can make beautiful subjects, don’t you think? Simplicity at its best.

I’ve got some ideas percolating for a photo series based on the most recent prompt from the Be Still – Fifty Two class. We’re doing still life family portraits. Interesting, yes? I’ve got some prepping and planning to do for these photos and I’m excited about possibilities. Hope I’ll have some images to share in the next day or so.

All in all it’s been a relatively quiet, reflective, wistful type of day. Clouds have that effect on me.

Here’s to warm and sunshiny days ahead!

 

 

Seeking Sonder

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This afternoon, in a round-about way and with an acute case of writer’s block (perhaps more accurately termed writer’s avoidance as I was avoiding a topic that had called to me for much of the day), I stumbled upon The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and I was delighted to enter in for a time. It is, […]

Opportunity Presents

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Gerry and I got new iPads late last week. After limping along with our old ones that, for me, made reading certain blogs and news sites next to impossible, the […]

Saturday, October 15, 2016

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“Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.” ~ Pablo Picasso I woke late this morning. So late, there was already light in the bedroom. I surfaced slowly, reluctantly, from a dream that seemed so real. As I transitioned from sleep to wakefulness I brought […]

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

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“”Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing we’ll ever do.” I still believe in this quote from two of my previous books—maybe now more than ever. But I know that it takes more than courage to own your story. We own our stories so we don’t spend our lives […]

Saturday, October 29, 2016

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“It’s not the weight you carry but how you carry it – books, bricks, grief – it’s all in the way you embrace it, balance it, carry it when you cannot, and would not, put it down.” ~ Mary Oliver, Heavy I’m looking forward to this day when–finally!–I have time to play with my camera, […]

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

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“But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.” ~ Lord Byron I love the written word. I love playing with words and how they go together in order to make something tangible of an inner thought or a feeling. […]

Seeking Sonder

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This afternoon, in a round-about way and with an acute case of writer’s block (perhaps more accurately termed writer’s avoidance as I was avoiding a topic that had called to me for much of the day), I stumbled upon The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and I was delighted to enter in for a time. It is, […]

Opportunity Presents

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Gerry and I got new iPads late last week. After limping along with our old ones that, for me, made reading certain blogs and news sites next to impossible, the updated technology was a joy. Lightening fast and with astounding clarity on images, I declared my new baby to be life changing. Life was good. […]

Saturday, January 7, 2017

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“There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots as there are in the bright ones.” ~ Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper There are no “must do” things on my list today, only “want to do” things; and one of them is storytelling. How wonderful.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

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“The world was an awfully large place and it wasn’t easy to find a person who’d gone missing sixty years earlier, even if that person was oneself.” ~ Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden I enjoyed catching up with a friend yesterday. Coffee and good one-on-one conversation are two of my favourite things, especially when taken […]

Thursday, March 23, 2017

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“It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.” ~William Carlos Williams I’m sitting in bed sipping coffee. My eyes are drawn to the window toward the eastern sky where the sun will soon rise, and I am overcome. # # # The power will be out for a number hours today; the […]

Friday, March 24, 2017

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“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations It’s go time in the garden! We are going to prepare the beds this afternoon. The spinach I planted last fall […]

Friday, April 21, 2017

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“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.” ~ Rudyard Kipling Yesterday afternoon I was made aware of something that made me spitting mad. I talked it through as best as I could with Gerry (I was so angry that I was barely coherent so that was a challenge!) then spent an hour or […]

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

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“There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write.” ~ William Makepeace Thackeray Early morning and I go into WordPress and create a new post like I have done 1,281 times in the past, like I have done almost every day for the […]

Thursday, July 20, 2017

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“Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book.” ~ Bill Watterson, The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book It’s a fresh and cool morning. A slight–well, maybe more than slight–breeze is blowing. I’m listening to a few drops of rain on the deck. Rain! How wonderful! Funny how […]

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

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“It is the still, yellow kind of afternoon when one is apt to get stuck in a dream if one sits very quiet” ~ Dodie Smith I plan to do some of that later: sit quietly on my deck with a book. We are heading back into a long string hot days and I intend to […]
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