Archive for the ‘The Writer’s Curse’ Category

A writer’s manifesto

September 2, 2008

Why didn’t I ever see it before? Writing is all about connections – with myself, with others, with past, present, & future – connections with characters, how they interact, connections with plots, how events impact other events, how situations affect us, how we respond emotionally…

 

I write to speak to scream to whisper to shout to teach to learn to tell to show to try to give to share to parade to deepen to unfurl to open up to look within and see what is is.

I connect with the verbs & parts of speech with what I know, what I’ve learned what I still want to learn –

And where would writing be without readers? That’s a connection too – writers write for readers and readers encourage the writers to keep going….

I write because I can

I write because I have to get it out

Or I want to show you something

I write to create order of chaos

I write to explode safely on paper

I write to practice my talent my gift my duty my journey

I write because oh why the hell not?

I write because teachers encouraged me

I write to make people laugh or smile or forget their troubles for awhile

I write to get closer to God

I write because I wish I lived by the sea and I don’t so I just imagine the beach so I can smell the sea again and almost feel the warm sun on my shoulders and see the glint of silica in the sand

I write because I can’t experience things I want to – not enough time or money or opportunities –

I write because I can’t help writing

I write because I love the process

I love creating it keeps the blues away

or better yet it lets me face my blues and tell them which way to go –

I write because it heals

I write because it empowers me

I write to transform my pain

I write to keep from going crazy

I write to save myself from boredom

I write to please teachers and readers and myself

I write to play with words, my little friends
I write because stories help me make sense of the world

I write because what I produce often surprises me

I write to answer questions I didn’t know I was asking

I write and I keep writing whether anyone else ever reads my work

Because when I quit writing once before

It felt like my soul had been raped,

Profoundly robbed of something so very precious.

 

By Kerry Vincent © 2008

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writing prompt – hands

September 2, 2008

            We use our hands every day, to hold a pen, brush, needle, camera, garden trowel, glasscutter, or computer mouse.  Our hands enable us to create, reach out, touch, help, heal, stroke, work, caress, pinch, pull, hold a baby, make a fist, fold in prayer, cook a meal, make a living, craft a work of art, interpret for the deaf.  We hold hands with those we love and shake hands with those we meet.  Sometimes hands are soft and smooth; sometimes they are worn, gnarled, twisted in pain.  We experience the world through our hands.

            Think about hands – yours, your mother or father’s, your child’s hands.  Describe them, paint them, be thankful for them.  What would you do without them?  Did you ever break your hand or a finger?  How did that affect you?  Try writing with your non-dominant hand.  Wonder at the dexterity, and ingenuity of the opposable thumb.  Read you palm, or someone else’s.  We value things that are made by hand – why?  If you were going to tattoo your hand, that you see and show to others every day, what would you have inked?   When we say something is in good hands – what do we mean?

            Write, draw, collage, paint, or photograph something to do with hands.  Post it at www.pythiangames.wordpress.com.  This is a “hands-on” experience!

 

 

Soul Food café Creative Hand prints prompt:

http://soulfoodcreativity.wordpress.com/2007/07/15/creative-hand-prints/

The Sacred Way

March 27, 2008

(Inspired by House of the Muse writings at http://dailywriting.net/HouseofMuse.htm )

 “Your sacred space is
where you can find yourself
again and again.”
Joseph Campbell 

Strength is a twisting vine that won’t let go

Strength is a will that will not give all the way

Strength is a quiet root that digs in and survives.

I confront my past and all my pain

I confront my grief and my loss

I confront the unfairness of life

I accept it – it is mine –

But it is not all that I am.

I heal by the salve of poetry

I heal by creativity’s touch

Art can’t change what happened

But it changes me so I can heal myself.

It renews me, empowers me,

Gives me choices,

Puts me back in control,

Lets me connect.

Pain is a great teacher

Art is a great healer

Together they make me strong.

The Muse never promised this life would be easy.

She never said I’d get riches or fame.

She only stands in the vortex

Pointing to the Sacred Way.

Kerry Vincent © 2008

CREATIVE WRITING – CAUSE OR CURE FOR TROUBLED WRITERS?

March 25, 2008

A few years ago I wrote a thesis on the dichotomy of creative writing – does it make writers crazy, or does it help them?  Click on this link to flip through my summary slide presentation…You decide…

Creativity vs. Madness

Wild Vine

March 8, 2008

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I wrap myself around art

like a wild vine wrapping around a garden stake.

it supports me, lifts me from the dirt, shows me the sun,

provides order in a chaotic world.

Art whispers, “So much is possible!”

I belong in this victory garden;

it’s where I grow.

(Kerry Vincent Copyright 2008)

M is for…

February 28, 2008

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By Kerry Vincent © 2008

 (inspired by the Soul Food Café M is for Myth prompt) 

M is for myth, Medusa,

Magic, metaphor, mage,

Medicine women, mistress,

Mystery, and mystical music.

M could also be for
Middle-aged me,
Monotonous meetings,
Mundane months,
Medication, mistakes.

Mine is a mundane magic,

The Miracle of getting through another day.

My imagination takes off without me.

I’d rather cast spells than go to the office.

I’d rather dance in fairy rings that run errands.

I don’t go on quests, merely to the market.

I search for bargains, not the Holy Grail.

The only damsels in distress I rescue

Are my friends with the blues.

I’d rather challenge a fire-breathing dragon

Than deal with a telemarketer.

I’d rather ride with witches

Than make my dull commute to work every day.

I believe in the Goddess of Make-Believe!

I believe in the Immutable Muse!

I believe in my Imagination

And myths of my own making,

Amen.

         

Hedgehog’s Starry Night

February 17, 2008
The little hedgehog sat at his kitchen table and wrote his Aunt Mercedes a letter. He told her how white the moon had shone last night, and how there were so many stars sprinkled in the skies, and how he stood there in the cold night air (shivering just a little), and wished she could be beside him to share his wonder.Somehow, just writing to his Aunt about the night sky made him feel that he had shared the beauty with her, even though they lived many burrows apart.

“That must be what this writing is all about!” he thought. “All this scribbling is more than just my pen scratching the paper – it’s magic! I can make someone feel like she’s right beside me, sharing something special, and it even makes me feel closer to her, although she lives far away. Why, words are wonderful! You can play with them all you like, and it doesn’t even cost you a penny!”

Hedgehog smiled to himself, folded the letter, sealed it in an envelope, and hummed all the way to the nearest mailbox. He opened the flap and slid the letter down the slot, saying, “Here you go, Aunt Mercedes, a lot of love and a little magic is on its way to you!” The door slammed shut with a staisfying bang.

“Writing is such fun – I should do it more often,” he thought, and whistled as he waddled all the way home.