Wednesday, 4 October 2017

Re-visiting Texts

I sat, yesterday afternoon, in a wooden chair on a rectangular patio with the sun blessing my face. Blue tits and sparrows struck glancing blows at the bird feeders; roses stretched overblown petals for one last feed. October already...when summer and autumn exchange notes and tussle for supremacy. Will we stay or will we release?

I have paid sporadic attention to my novel this year. Days of writing forward regardless; weeks of neglect. But yesterday afternoon, with the sun in my face, I read through my notes on the novel. Pages of notes detailing scenes to include; themes to track; images that need consolidation and commitment. I have written questions: Does this character need more complexity on the page? What are the tracks and patterns of desire? Is it enough of a story? What is it to be lost and then found?

We are still here - writer and text - keeping a kind of faith. I cannot abandon you, and you will not let me go until we are both sated. Finish the work; be the last leaf that holds on until the moment is ripe for release.

Thursday, 22 December 2016

Writing on the Soul

My physical practice of writing has taken a back seat in the latter part of this year. My mother's death and its aftermath demanded by full attention in ways that were practical, soulful, emotional, and full of gifts. With each act of remembering her love settled more deeply into my bones.

Yet while physical writing took a back seat, I was conscious of the ways in which we are always writing into our souls. This year has enlarged the landscape of my soul and I am grateful. My promise to the year that comes is a deeper listening to the earth - the earth as I see it around me and the earth that exists within.

Monday, 10 October 2016

Getting to Know the Characters

I take pastel index cards and begin to write: the character's name, age, appearance, mannerisms, motivations, secret fears. When did this person's life freeze? What is the underlying tension? What are their recurrent thoughts? What matters to them? What is in the forefront and background of this person's life? Words mount up. I know this character; I can see them. Not just a story then - something that has a life. 




Curiosity...
a good place to start. 
I think of the trees 
I noticed 
on a recent backpacking trip. 

What made you grow there? 
What made you take on that particular shape? 
How did you know the soil 
would be hospitable 
even in seemingly rocky ground?

 

Thursday, 21 July 2016

A First Draft (part 2)

It sits at the end of the table. A fat folder filled with another file of papers, jottings, chapter headings as if writing was a tidy business with a beginning, middle and end.

It's all on the computer along with the shadow cast by feedback. The task now to begin again: examine with a fresh perspective; listen with a keener ear; be ruthless.

Is it any good? How can I make it better? Is it a light re-write or a complete overhaul?

The folder sits heavy on the table waiting for me to make the first move. It can't be a false gesture. I can't flirt with this or make a cheap pass.  I have to make good on any promise.

Thursday, 2 June 2016

A First Draft

I have just kept a promise to myself and completed the first draft of a novel by the end of May 2016. It feels good. It feels good to keep faith with myself, and it feels good to give birth to something however imperfect...

Even though this is a work of fiction, some of the storyline has been drawn from my own life with facts altered, names changed, experiences expanded upon so that the novel feels in part like an alternate life, a shadow of me that exists on the page and also in some finer invisible realm occasioned by the threading together of words. What happens with each iteration of self? What is ended and allowed to die? What is written into existence?

As I write this, a grey squirrel darts back and forth across a wooden deck. I am watching through a set of glass doors. He seems to symbolise the entrance and exit of a character...the entrance and exit of a life. I suspect he is a comedian.

Sunday, 24 January 2016

Write Yourself Into Existence


All year, I will explore ways in which we can play with creative writing practices to delve within,  find our voice, know ourselves in our essence...as we slow down to write, to notice, to feel, to translate our inner world we live into the beauty, depth and simplicity of who we are.


Monday, 21 December 2015

The Power of Self-Reflective Writing

Winter is coming - a time when many of us like to “curl up with a good book.” We love the intimacy of immersing ourselves in other lives, places and events. But are we as intimate with the stories that make up our own lives? Do we know, like or understand the characters that live in us? 
A little over a week ago, I held the first in a series of writing workshops designed to shake loose the layers of story that make up our lives. We wrote from prompts, played with memory, and called our unconscious stories to the surface using SoulCollage®
What came forth were exquisite glimpse into the lives and hearts of each person in our circle. What are the stories inside you that long to be heard?