Oh my poor, neglected little blog! First, I should report that I have written a triolgy. Calliope in Time is the first book in the trilogy. I am currently working on a revision of that novel, now that I know a little more about how to write for publication. The second novel, Falling Into Green, has also been neglected I fear, as I have sped on to write Spinning into Big and Small, the third and final novel of the trilogy.
Recently, at the Lewis County Writer’s Guild monthly meeting at our coffeehouse, I read from Anais Nin, one of my favorite authors. I was introduced to this wonderful writer/diarist when I was only eighteen years old, yet her wisdom still resonates for me. Somewhere in the piles of this author’s work which I perused in preparation for my presentation, I came upon a part where she stated that attempting to write fiction, professionally, was difficult for her because the pieces did not feel real, as her diaries felt when she wrote them.
Since I am currently participating in a writer’s critique group at our coffeehouse, this point has great significance for me. I find myself–a rebel by nature– in conflict with the many “rules” and expectations for writers seeking publication. And I am drawn back, tenuously to the memoire/cookbook which was my first toe-in-the-water attempt to capture life and put it onto sheets of butchered trees. In that regard, I have added a page here–an excerpt from How to Chaperone at the Beach and Other Recipes. The excerpt comes from the middle of the book, Chapter 4, where I decided to get a little more real in my writing.
Archive for March, 2010
