The need to stretch further

I never thought of myself as one who has writer’s block ; and yet after speaking to my writing consultant, Julie., on Saturday, I felt blocked.  I had a setting, with characters and a theme. I’ve decided to write  a modern ghost story–with the very haunting theme of violence against women… (Please forgive the pun…but for me the word “haunting” is appropriate  as the fact that women–being one myself–would put themselves into a position to be harmed even killed by a partner does haunt me)..

This made even real  someone I respect for her wisdom and kindness  could herself become  a potential victim of violence from a  soon to be ex-spouse.  I say “potential” because although the “signs” are there…nothing has happened, or may happen…She’s choosing to live her life believing that it won’t…and who am I say she’s wrong?

Yet, it’s the kind of  incident that throws me back on my fiction writing. Creating story a story around  what’s up for me gets me in touch with my deepest feelings;  and I have a sense of “Ah..Ah!” in a transforming way,  that touches my inner being.

And so I set up a story where the protagonist Suzanne, herself coming from an abusive relationship,  doesn’t know to do with her mentor Belle’s revelations.  It so happens that they are with a group in an old hotel; and  Suzanne quickly befriends  Meg, whom she takes to be a rather oddly dressed member of the Hotel staff.

Meg has her own  story  of violence against her–and seems to be unfolding parallel to Belle’s  situation…although when she’s actually killed,  it become obvious that she’s a ghost. What happens in Belle’s situation is more up in the air…

And typically I’m finding that to go where I need to go–I need to go further in writing the story…

The three male characters at present all represent different–yet similar–aspects of abuse. I need to create at least one sympathetic male character  in both  Meg’s and in Belle’s world… not only to be fair (I hate  it when women are stereotyped; I don’t want to do that to men.)….but also–more selfishly–because  that’s the only way the full story can be told…the only way that I can have the “Ah Ah” moment….that leads me to what’s most true for me: fiction writing feeds my soul in the way nothing else does…

Something that I am priveledged with other writers

Just some thoughts

M.C. Piper

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Finally getting (my fiction writing) life back

It’s Saturday and…I’m off…and  I find that it does take some time for me to get my focus back to  writing the  fiction that I love.

When I was thinking  about this blog  I was going to entitle it:  “Getting my life back” but I realize that wouldn’t be accurate.  I do have a life outside of my writing–a good life, filled with the usual  ups and downs.  I sometimes think my biggest problem is just accepting my humaness and the humaness of others.  I have this fantasy of how we  should all be; and as it’s all in my head–not much chance of  any of it ever happening!

And so –do I write in order to get beyond the “mundane” details of life, to create  larger than life characters that never  bogged down in the trivial preoccupations that seem to be so much part of my life?

Some writers do write in this way.  And more power to them.  They have legions of readers; they’re obviously  filling a real need.

But that’s not  how  I want to write.  For me, the so called trivia that can make up our lives says  a lot about us as human beings. It’s a way in which we deal with–or avoid dealing with–with the larger issues that are uncomfortably there–whether we like want them to be or not.

Of course, I’m far from the first writer  to write this way.

Virginia Woolf’s  classic “Mrs. Dalloway”   is but one classic  in this  genre.

And while the style of realism works for many  writers,  I  much prefer the Fantasy genre.  Though story it allows me to name what issues that I’m dealing with in a creative way. I often show  the “preferred” solution of the fantasy world  which,  in the light of day , though inadequate,  leads  the protagonist  to  what she needs to be about…in her own life…

And so obviously   my writing is very much tied up with my life.  It’s another way of being in it…

And yet, it does take me time to get  my writing life back… I feel sometimes that I’m coming out of a fog…and I have to have it slowly clear before I can get back to the characters…and their world…

Luckily I am meeting with writing consultant, Julie, today and that will help me get my focus back…

Just some thoughts

M.C. Piper

A Modest Book Launch

 

I’m surprising downbeat for what should be a Book Launch.

I finally have my third and last novella  in the Koootenai Brown series  “WANTED ILLUSTRIOUS ANCESTOR: Legacy Legendary ”  on  Kindle.   For me that is a major achievement.  It represents hours of writing and  re-writing, of  putting flesh and blood characters in concrete situations with all the details needed for them–and the story –to come alive   I   had Julie Rodriguez  work with me on it–what a gift!–and edit it  for me.  I also revised the first two  in order to fit them into the   series, and had Julie  created new covers for them.

Julie often encourages me: lots of people talk about writing but few people actually get around  to completing something.  She’s also told  me about  people sending her material-that  they think a one time edit on her part will be enough for the story to be published on Kindle.   And the truth is that it’s  nowhere near being ready to be published. I can identify with that.  I have such  a great story in my head–surely just putting it down in the form it comes to me is all I need to do.  Of course, it isn’t.

And so fiction  writing is definitely  work. So why do it?

Because it feeds my soul in a way nothing else does.  Somehow in creating the story, I come alive,  learning what I need to know  about my life in the process.   I suspect I’m not alone in this: it may be why most people write.

Of course, I could simply go through the process for myself–not worrying if anyone else reads it. Some people do.

Yet, I also have a desire to “put it out there”.  So here I am– publishing  these novellas on Kindle  in hope that someone else might read them.

Now that in itself  is a whole other project. There’s so many  books out there–that to get anyone interested in  even looking at them–is a project in itself.

In fairness, most people are incredibly busy these days; and to ask them to take their time to consider reading my novellas  may be asking  a lot.
But   I enjoyed writing the series; and  I do believe that other people may enjoy reading it.  So I likely will   do some things to promote  the series–some footwork around getting it  out there to people who might just  experience them as a “good read”

After all, the three stories  address our desire to sometimes live in the fantasy world of our imagination.

The three of them  centre on Kootenai  Brown Personal Advertising Agency  where the three  protagonists–Marcy, Connie and Amelia–all have the opportunity  to enter their  Fantasy worlds…only to discover the imagined worlds  don’t  provide the simple  comforting solution it was thought they would … but rather something more…

it’s certainly a theme that strikes a deep cord with me…and I’m hoping that some others may get something out of it as well

Just some thoughts

M.C. Piper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The “Ah Ah” moment…and the healing power of story telling…

On Saturday   I was working  with my writing consultant, and she made a comment that created for me an “Ah Ah” moment …and revealed to me why I need to write…

We were talking about a character, a part of  a scenario in a story I was writing. I was telling her about a relationship I had.. as part of the process…and she responded with:”That sounds like a narcissist”…  and suddenly I felt deep in my gut not only the truth of that statement…but also the whole experience of what that meant….

That for me is what the healing power  of storytelling. Somehow when I put whatever I need to explore in my life into  story,   it comes alive…touching my soul..in a  way that nothing else does.

Just some thoughts

M.C. Piper