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.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

The Moth-eaten Poncho

Many years ago when I was a high school student, my stepmother Rose gave me a wool poncho that she purchased in Mexico. I loved that poncho and have never been able to part with it even though it now has a few moth holes and is looking a little tattered. My husband never liked it because he said it made me look like a peasant. Well, nothing could come between me and my poncho.

Lately, since I broke my arm, it has become my favorite garment once again. I don't own a single jacket or sweater that will fit over my cast, but my poncho has proved to be a loyal old friend. It's funny how you can be so sentimental about an old rag. I have promised myself that I will get it repaired as soon as I am able to.

So what rag or object have you been hanging onto all your life that you can't let go of?

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