When Patricia Saxton, art, design and writing diva of Saxton Studio asked me to join her in this Writer’s Blog Hop my first impulse was to hop back with an “I already have too many tabs open thanks but no thanks” response. I didn’t for two reasons: 1) I respect and admire her work and passion so to hop in her circle was an opportunity I did not want to miss. 2) I had just made a decision to better balance my blog time with other social media time when Patricia approached me. (Ask and you shall receive.) In my experience, when Divine Order answers a call this is not the time to become a cherry picker.
The participants in this hop get to answer these four questions about their writing/work. (Links to my fellow hoppers, Juliette Mansour, J.V. Manning and Jill Alman-Berstein are below.) Here’s my musings.
Why do I write what I do?
When I was little, I was gangly and clumsy, always skinning my knees and bumping my elbows. My mother signed me up for ballet in the hope that it would improve my coordination. It did. I fall much more gracefully – but I still fall.
Life is messy. Creativity is messy. And, sometimes we get lost. And, in the lost, a whole myriad of not so great stories start to evolve. Stories we breathe life into as we journey along comparing others seemingly neat and tidy outsides to our incredibly messy insides.
I write to uncover and share the stories that allow us to be less than perfect so we can claim the goodness in the mess. Some challenges are pearls waiting for us to dive deep. Others are simply creative chaos waiting for a medium through which to express.
There’s an art to a life well lived and writing invites us to witness and experience the exquisite nature hidden in its many layers. Words, in themselves, have no power of their own but point the way to what does. Thus, I write for my life not my livelihood.
How does my work/writing differ from others of its genre?
Unless messy is a genre, I don’t think I have one anymore. It was self-help. (Relationship. Spirituality. Creativity.) But, when those aspects of my life turned upside down, then right side up, then upside down – again – I threw my genre map into the recycling bin.
I have more questions than answers these days. I figure others might, too. That’s why I like to muse about the messes we find ourselves in. In my writing, I stretch beyond comfort zones and give words to situations, feelings and ultimate storylines folks find hard to articulate and share.
I am comfortable with claiming the messy room in my writing. Am actually having a lot more fun these days. My posts are kind of like cloths lines where I hang out my laundry and talk to the neighbors. Yep. That’s mine. Right out there, waving in the breeze for all to see. And you can pretty much tell what I’ve been up to or the week I’ve had by the size of the freshly laundered panties. Read more