On my own voice


A dear friend of mine is a sociologist who loves literature. One of her theories is that there is no such thing as fiction. She maintains that all work is somewhat true, somewhat autobiographical. 

Another Oscar Wilde quote:

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

How many masks do we  put on as fiction writers? My husband on the other hand finds this line of thinking absurd. He holds that there is definitely fiction cut and dry. 

In my WIP I tell the truth about some hard moments in my life.  I hope that it rings true and makes people feel.  In doing so I aim to write about what I know in a highly fictionalized way that I hope will make people think. 

Is there such a thing as fiction? I think so, but I must admit that I have attempted to pour out part of myself into this book.  

The book I’m reading now (Silent Hall) has been described as perfect and incomparable on the back cover. I’m enjoying it, but I wonder how much of it the author has poured himself into.  I wonder what kind of life he’s had and what he’s wanting the reader to think and feel. 

It’s also intimidating to see a book described as perfect when I know how replete with errors mine is. 

The most elegant pumpkin on the block

Smoke from a neighboring chimney drifted into her nostrils as she carefully lined up the cookie cutter against the pumpkin and held the hammer in place. 

The drill growled as she made polka dots across the bright surface. 

She was determined to follow the magazine instructions exactly and have the most elegant pumpkin on the block. 


This is a Three Line Tale. I haven’t done one of these in a while. Thanks to Sonja for another awesome prompt.  

The Path to Victory 

Romance author Eden Glenn told me the other day that I should read The First Five Pages, so I did.  

Noah Lukeman ends with this:

Ask yourself what you would do if you knew you would never be published. Would you still write? If you are truly writing for the art of it, the answer will be yes. And then, every word is a victory.  

That’s a scary thought. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be a writer. 

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was able to hold a pencil.  That’s when I wrote my first stories.  

Right now I have two screenplays, a novel, and a novel that I’m working on.  

Last year around this time I was working on a screenplay.   I know I should finish it but I put it on hold to work on NaNoWriMo last year and now I’m working on the second book in that series. 

Why do I write? Part of me needs to create  whether anyone sees it or not.  Part of me wants to be heard though.  

I’ve had a very lovely conversation with a friend recently about fiction and whether any writing is fiction or whether it is all non fiction.  

I believe the goal of writing is empathy and human connection especially in speculative fiction.  

But as Oscar Wilde said in The Picture of Dorian Gray, “It is simply expression,  as Harry says, that gives reality to things”. 

While publishing is a goal of mine, I will keep writing and working hard toward improving my writing and try to count each word as a victory.  

Life Becomes Easier by Doing This… #inspiration #friendship #Motivation

This was something I needed to read. I think we have all had to accept a few apologies we didn’t receive.

POTL: All Things Books, Reading and Publishing

letting-go-friends

Letting go is hard, especially when it’s something that you have no control of.

A friend of mine (let’s call her Lori) came to me with something that was troubling her.

… “and then she just up and stopped being my friend.”

“What do you mean? Did she tell you she didn’t want to be friends anymore?” I asked.

“No.” Lori paused. “She has new friends now and doesn’t return my calls, emails and breaks engagements on short notice.”

“Oh.” I thought about it for a minute. “Did you ask her about it? Maybe she’s going through a rough time.”

“She is and the kicker is that I have been there for her through it all. I’ve been so supportive. It just hurts, you know?”

“I know, sweetie, and I’m sorry you’re going through such pain. But if she doesn’t want to be your friend anymore, the best thing you…

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