Technical writers or non fiction writers scribble to pay the bills and for the love of the analytical or the exercise of truth or deception.

Fiction authors write to illuminate their world or escape it.

Whichever kind of writer, it's all about staying alive and helping or entertaining others.

The Writing Life

Like most writers, I have a love of reading and the power of words. When I was younger, I read everything I could get my hands on, but I don’t consider myself well read. I consumed books like a starved person, so quickly I hardly knew what I had read. By some strange process of osmosis, I learned from everything I read, but I cannot give you an erudite discussion of characters, plots, or authors. I can only tell you it’s lodged some where in the core of my being and informs my writing.

In addition to reading, I’ve spent a life time writing---from that first elementary school composition to my college days when I studied French literature and wrote explications de texte. Along the way, I fell into technical writing--to put food on the table and pay bills. In the 90s, I had the good fortune to take a dialog class with Sol Stein, former owner of Stein & Day publishers in New York and a prolific author. That led to his California-based writers’ group, Chapter One. It was a rigorous, ego-bruising experience, but I was intent on learning everything I could about fiction writing. A few years ago, I also had the good fortune to study with another writer, Louella Nelson, an experienced romance writer and teacher of fiction writing. She provided a different perspective and balance to my writing.

My novel, DREAMING OF LAUGHING HAWK, a mainstream, Sixties era novel, is available on Amazon in print and ebook (also available in Canada, Europe, Japan, and Brazil). Download a free sample. If you like it, I hope you'll download the book and post a review on Amazon.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Poem: Dat Bird

A poem that came at 2 in the morning and given to someone who needed it.

Dat Bird

By Linda Katmarian

I ain’t worried, no, not me
I be as happy as dat bird in de tree
Wing so blue, eye so black
Hope always keeps me on dis track

Over de hill and beyond what be
Ain’t no big surprise to me
I been on dis road so damn long
What I care what go wrong?

I be as happy as dat bird in de tree
Who knows dis world with certainty
Sun and moon and stars all around
He got his wings to get off the ground

So fly away, fly away me
I got my soul to set me free
I be as happy as dat bird in de tree
I ain’t worried, no, not me

1 comment:

  1. This is such a lovely poem, thank you for sharing!