Reconnected
Monday, December 31, 2007
In what felt like stolen time (it was stolen time), I found the novel I'd been writing again—only for one half a day, but still, the time was something. Too many weeks had gone by without some kind of communion with my characters and their story—some research, some finagling, some thrown-to-the-page metaphor that I'd toss in despair the very next day, but that's the size and shape of the writing work, and I was missing the size and shape of the writing work.
So I returned to the novel.
Why does it always surprise me—the calm inside the eye of writing? How could I have forgotten how necessary it is, in my own strange world, to be there with the stories in their ill-formed, half-inebriated state? My whole physiology turns around books (I'm calmer, my feet don't ache, my heart is not doing that strange pounding thing), and those are just the facts, and I can't help them.
And also, of course, I'm not alone. And so, as this old year ends and a new one dawns, let me introduce you to yet another literary web wonder—something that is called the Red Room. It's not just a place where writers virtually live, and where readers can find them, but it's a place of good where, as the founders write, they "give back to the community we aim to nurture with our commitment to the Causes We Support." Red Room launches officially in March. I'm very honored to be part of it.
4 comments:
I haven't written something as wonderful as Undercover, and I doubt I ever will, but this: "the calm inside the eye of writing" that right there is something I can relate to. It's just amazing, even when I read over my past blogs, it's amazing at how much I sometimes lose the point of writing. For me, writing is so personal, I can't write something wonderful and not put my whole heart into it. And sometimes when I stop writing and then much later on read something that I put my will and heart into, I see why I love writing so much.
Of course, I can't state it so it sounds nearly as eloquent as yours.
Thank you for the name. I'll visit it; who knows. Maybe it'll enlighten me.
Sherry,
It's so nice to meet you here, on this first day of a new year. I find that I am forever re-discovering as a writer—books I've loved, words I haven't used, the feeling of being inside instead of on the outside of a page.
I've been flat-out lucky as a writer to have published here and there (though there are four novels, at least, which I've written and not published, so many essays and poems that sit in a drawer). But nothing compares, nothing really can, to sitting down with the work itself.
It is, as you say, about heart.
A blessed new year to you, Sherry.
Beth
Hello Beth,
I enjoyed your post today, and I wish you a beautiful and Happy New Year! May 2008 bring you peace, joy, and all good things.
When I look back on 2007 and the books I discovered, 'Undercover' remains one of my luckiest finds. I tell many people about it, and plan to gift my triplet nieces with it when they turn 12 this year. One of them is a poet and recited her work to me verbatim when we visited Chicago for the holidays. I can't wait for her to read your book!
I look forward to reading more of your work. Much success to you!
Kris,
You are such a steadfast, good soul. Sometimes I wake early and fret — what will I write in the blog, and will it matter.
And then there are voices like yours.
Thank you,
Beth
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