Slice Of Life Story Challenge March 7 -The Writer As Collector
The Writer As Collector
It’s not exactly panic, but I do feel a sense of
disquiet if I experience a day where I am afforded little opportunity to write.
I an visited by a strong sense of wasted opportunity. I frequently find myself grabbing
fleeting moments to scratch out a few words. Before meetings, before the working
day commences, wherever, whenever an opportunity presents. I write in cafes, in
airports, on beaches. I write late at night, early in the morning. I write...
Even when I am not writing, I am getting ready to
write. I am rehearsing my words, mulling over ideas and composing thoughts.
Today however, despite sharing my day with an
uninvited head cold, I had a writing kind of day. My notebook pages gave themselves
up to my words and ideas. The blank page surrendered to my raw words. It made
me further appreciate the joy of being a literate being.
I wrote a poem based on a recent exchange I heard between a parent and a
preschooler.
I enjoyed their conversation so much I imagined what might happen in a
particular situation between them.
This piece was based on a recent
catch up with these lifelong school friends. While reminiscing I came across
this photo of us camping when we were sixteen years old and the memories
flooded back.
The best books always evoke a response. In this entry it was about noticing and recording
my thought processes as a reader.
I took the photograph last Friday while enjoying some time at
nearby, Fisherman’s Beach. The shoreline of bubbles and foam effervescing
across the sand caught my eye. I immediately wanted to use it as a backdrop for
a poem.
So, there you have it. Some of my notebook harvest. Writers are
collectors.
I am a collector who struggles to maintain a writer's notebook. It causes me a bit of shame. You've given me my next slice. Loved your collection.
ReplyDeleteSo pleased to have assisted in some small way Kimberley...
Delete"The blank page surrendered to my raw words." Powerful! I loved the peek into your notebook -- and especially your reflection on the picture of your camping trip with friends. You guys do look tough!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jenniifer. We were rough tough cream puffs if the truth be known.
DeleteThank you for sharing the pages of your notebook! I love the Custard Cat...exactly like conversations with preschoolers.
ReplyDeleteJennie, I'm so glad you believe I've captured the vibe of such exchanges. Had real fun writing that one.
DeleteI so enjoyed this glimpse into your writing life, Alan - you take advantage of every writerly moment.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tara. This writerly life is somewhat all consuming at times, but I go willingly.
DeleteThis was a nice look into your writers notebook! Thanks for sharing your thoughts and photos. I love to see what people do in their notebooks.
ReplyDeleteAs i'm always telling student writers, -writers share.
DeleteHaving just spent the weekend with my grandchildren, I can relate to the Custard Cat dialogue... so funny and so true. Thanks for reminding me I can find ideas for writing everywhere!
ReplyDeleteVanessa, you are absolutely correct, ideas exist everywhere. They are just waiting to be discovered.
DeleteSo fun to peek inside your notebook. I love the picture of you and your lifelong friends trying to look intense. And I felt a little sad that today's youth don't know the freedom of times like this with friends. Your poem - so fun! I can't wait to share it with my book club. My favorite lines from your post: "Even when I am not writing, I am getting ready to write. I am rehearsing my words, mulling over ideas and composing thoughts."
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