The Sparrow is my most recent short story publication. And as the count goes it is my 40th - that's a lifetime total. I am pleased and proud of this publication. Link to read The Sparrow.
FYI I've finished the first draft of my novel and I plan to share a few writing posts here in the immediate future. Thanks for reading.
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
Friday, March 30, 2018
I finished the first draft of my novel shortly before Easter. Writing a novel was a big leap for me and it required time and focus. One of the first things about writing a novel that I want to share with you is this.
I began with a quote. I do mean began, because the first thing I had to do was let my mind get used to the idea of writing a novel. I’ve misplaced the quote but it was from a mountain climber that even mountain climbers hold in awe. So paraphrased, as I remember the words, they are…I expanded my mind so that the unfeasible slowly became within the realm of possibilities.
Maybe I could write a novel. I told myself that I had completed my apprenticeship in writing with the short stories I have written. I told myself that my novel didn’t have to be ‘good’. I told myself that each portion would be a small puzzle that I could solve. The final expansion of my mind was to look about and see who had written novels. If they could do it…
|One of my winter visitors|
So can I! And I did.
This is from Writing as a Sacred Path by Jill Jepson. …about writers…”We turn every action we take, every thought we have, every moment we live, into an education about writing.” Writing the novel was an education that I’m glad I took.
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
My short story Afterimage has found a home. Danforth Review is featuring this story and several others as of January 6th, 2018. The link to Afterimage will let read this rather dark short story. I am quite proud of Afterimage because I certainly struggled to get it 'right'.
Friday, January 5, 2018
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
|Coyote on the hunt|
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.