Monday, July 20, 2009

Reflection

Upon entering my Creative Writing Course, I was an arrogant amateur writer who was in for an eye opener. I initially signed up for the class because I felt confident in my writing and I needed an easy class for the Summer Semester. It didn’t take long before I caught a glimpse of what was really in my future.

I didn’t understand how narrow minded my writing voice had become until my Professor asked me to write a whole new piece for our first Creative Nonfiction assignment, different from the one that I had originally turned in. Her expertise in the field of writing immediately honed in on the fact that I was stuck as a writer. I was writing about the same thing repeatedly, with an occasional difference in the perspective. She forced me to step into a new world of writing and I fought the change.

Gradually, I accepted the newfound knowledge and began experimenting with and applying the new understanding. The results were thrilling, and encouraging. I am now able to explore topics and genre that I have not been able to attempt up to this point.

Unfortunately, my weakness is grammar and the technicalities of writing. This makes me extremely grateful for a high quality spell check on the computer. I believe I will gradually overcome this through trial and error as well. Fiction is also a weakness, simply because I lack experience. However, I have found a sense of contentment as I work on my current fictional piece. This brings me hope.

Overall, this Creative Writing Course has changed me; I have established a stronger, more defined writing voice. I am thrilled to say that I am looking forward to writing with a new set of wings. Thank you very much for the push, Professor!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

A Glimpse

The following is a clip from the fictional piece that I am currently working on. I fought against this piece for a long time. However, it won and I am now completely on board and trying to figure out what it wants to say.:) In the end it will be a hauntingly tragic love story.

1887
Sam could hear the agonizing screams from his beloved Sarah from the bedroom window of their little house across the street. The pains seemed to cause her to cry out from the very depths of her soul. When would they end, he vehemently called to the heavens. What is happening? In his minds eye he pictured his dear wife of one year wreathing in pain on the bed they once passionately knew each other within, her long blond hair dripping with the sweat of her brow, her face twisting and filled with pain, stained by the endless stream of tears that had refused to relent since his sudden death in the Mill fire not one month ago.

Sam stood at the woolen mill window, both hands bracing himself as his fingers dug into the frame. How could this be happening? Why could he not command himself to be with her at such a poignant time as this? He wondered if the baby would be a boy or a girl, rage consuming every fiber of his spirit, he would never know his child.

All at once he realized that Sarah’s cries had stopped. -Full Clip-

The Reward and Walking in Sharon Old's Shoes

The Reward and The Exceptionally Perfect Mother are two poems that reflect the "behind the scenes"of my writing world. I am a wife and mother before anything else,(at least I'd like to think so.) I often wish that motherhood came as easy to me as my writing does at times.

Written July, 2009

The Reward

The sun has set
kids tucked in
Time for the paycheck.
Reward for a long day
Putrid diapers, sassy preschooler, busy toddler, piles of homework
Soon it will all fade away into the night
the reward soothing the frazzled soul
Chocolate.

Walking in Sharon Old’s Shoes: Mimicking The Language of the Brag
The Exceptionally Perfect Mother

I have wanted to be an exceptionally perfect mother
I have wanted to use my excellence in the art of patience,
and my soft touch and quick laughter
to achieve something akin to angelic from my child,
the request calmly made,
the immediate response from the requests recipient my amazing mothering skills vibrating throughout our immaculate surroundings.

Not So Fairytale

Not So Fairytale may have been the first fictional story that I have written that is longer then a bedtime story. With this story I focused on character and scene development. I wanted my readers to be able to see in their mind's eye everything that was taking place. I believe I came somewhere close to reaching my goal:)

Written July 10, 2009

Not So Fairytale

As a nanny, you can learn a lot about a family before you begin working for them. When I received the file for the Johnson family from my nanny agent, I knew right away that I wanted to work for them. James and Emma had met while attending the University in Michigan. They married quickly and built their family just as quickly. Within five years of their marriage, they had five children, three girls, Abigail, Anna, and Amelia, and two boys, Joshua and Jaden. From their pictures, the children melted my heart right away. They all had bright golden locks of hair and smiles that came easily to their tiny little faces. -Full Story-

Where Is This Place?

Where Is This Place was the piece that reflects the moment of awakening that I experienced in my Creative Writing Course. I sat down to write and the words flowed onto the paper without struggle. It was as if they were just waiting for me. The joy I felt while writing was refreshing.

Written July 14, 2009

Where is This Place?

Where is the place within my past that echoes an aura of contentment?
Somewhere where there is enough of all that we need
A place with no obligations to be met, or people to please
No dates, no time, no appointments that takes us away
Only us

Where is this place that seems to flow just outside of my minds eye?
Beckoning me to come back and drink from its renewing waters
Laughter and familiar voices blanket the memory
If only I could find the map
Its exact location -Full Poem-

There's Something About Hawaii

There's Something About Hawaii was the first piece of writing that I completed for my Creative Writing Course. As I look back at this piece I notice more weaknesses then strengths. This piece reflects my initial refusal to move out of the comfort zone of writing about two very familiar subjects: My twins and Hawaii. I see some creative voice coming through, but I also know of the battle that I was fighting. I had to decided whether or not I was really taking the course to learn how to write something better and new, or just to write to everyone about the same things I always wrote about, was I really there to be taught? Once I accepted my professors offer to show me a new world, the chambers of my creative mind were opened. This battle was similar to the struggle that I write about in this piece to allow the island of Hawaii to change me.

Written July 2009

There's Something About Hawaii

Upon my arrival in Hawaii, I was an uptight, wandering college student searching for something to feel the void in my heart. And within the two years that I lived on the island of Oahu, I found that something I was looking for in the awe and wonder of Hawaii.

It’s impossible to really experience the full beauty of Hawaii without living there for more than a little while. I lived in a large three-bedroom house with nine other girls. We each shared a room with a few other girls. The best part about the home was the ocean view outside the main window. I personally never lost sight of its majesty. Some of my roommates had grown up in Hawaii and had never been to the mainland (continental U.S.) To them, the ocean view was just part of their genetic makeup. For me, it was like reuniting with a dear friend from another lifetime. -Full Story-

Faith to Accept

Written Summer Semester 2009

Faith to Accept is the first essay that I wrote for my Creative Writing Course. I did not end up using it for the completed assignment. Therefore, it is a raw, un-workshopped piece. This shows where I was as I began my creative writing course. I had established my voice on a few topics, the loss of my twins being one of the most prominent. As I continued through the course, my writing voice began to blossom as I branched out and wrote about other topics and other genres.

Faith to Accept

It is human nature to fight for our cause, to petition all the forces of nature to give us what our heart desires. It was a cold dark night in November that I fought the fight of my life. My child’s life was in the ring.

“Please God”, I plead, while wrapped in the arms of my love, my body heaving with sobs. “We will teach her all about you. We will help her to serve Thee continually. Please let her stay… Please let Leif and I raise her together on this earth… Even if she is sick, it will be okay. We want her, Father. We want her here with us! Please make her whole, Father… Nevertheless, Thy will be done…” Those final words swirled in my mind as I lay there, like lingering smoke from a smoldering flame. Could I really allow him to take her if necessary? I fell asleep with that question unconsciously burned into my soul. -Full Story -
Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

Popular Posts