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.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Poem: I See You There

A poem written as a result of a scene in my novel.


I See You There
by Linda Katmarian

I see you there, playing the fair one,
surrounded by so many.
Tell a story, sing a song,
keep them happy, every one.
And if some quiet moment comes over you,
amidst the laughter and talk,
take a deep breath.
It's just me tiptoeing through your heart.

I see you there, it seems without a care,
and me as invisible as air.
Look one moment towards the light that dances in your glass,
then let it caress your throat that cool wine, laughter devine.
A tear.
Your friends will believe you when you claim it's just the smoke and think you got their joke.
And when the party is over at last, oh you dread,
me burning through your veins, crashing through your head.
I see you there, I see you there.

3 comments:

  1. A scene in your novel? The poem makes me really want to read the scene. Even the novel!

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