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A writer’s Manifesto

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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 my 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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September 2, 2008 at 6:46 pm

The One that Got Away

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(inspired by the Pablo Neruda “I write the first faint line…” prompt)

I write the first faint line…

In sand, in water, in dust,

But more often,

In the clouds,

Along the mile markers,

While I am driving along.

It’s then I have my best thoughts –

When I can’t stop and write them down.

 

The ideas sneak up behind me,

Attack metaphors,

That pounce upon me

While I am in the shower,

Again, no pen near by,

No paper on which to write.

 

I used to mourn each lost gem.

Nowadays I tell myself

I am just a good sportswoman

Practicing “catch and release” –

The ideas will come back to me someday,

When I have my waders on,

My line is taut,

My hook is sharp,

My net is ready,

And the thoughts are

Much bigger and better…

 

© Kerry Vincent

Written by kvwordsmith

May 20, 2008 at 7:04 pm

The Ravens’ Muse

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by E. A. Poetica (a.k.a. kvwordsmith)

 

Once upon a mid-day boring, while I net-surfed, work ignoring,

Hoping for some inspiration…

While I waited, nearly napping, suddenly the keys were tapping,

My fingers the muse was slapping, slapping at my keyboard.

“Get busy, you, write some more,

You can do it, write some more….”

 

“Like Anita Marie, you could dis-member

Ghosts and their hunters, spilling blood upon the floor,

Crying out in their sorrow, nevermore be a tomorrow,

Load the corpses in a red death wheelbarrow,

Dump them at Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge,

Over there, beyond the dark cyber ridge.

 

“Or like Lori print some screens, mandalas both blue and green,

Goddess and flowers, frolic in the magick bowers,

Colors spinning like morning prayer flags,

Blessing the green earth and the Soul Food hags.”

(Older women, but not witches

A little sassy, not really *itches,

Just e-wenches on a creative ride!

We kiss the Muse, & try to stay on her good side!)

 

Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,

“Oh dear Muse, truly your forgiveness I implore,

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly set the keys to tapping at my keyboard,

I didn’t know it was you – please don’t be sore.”

I listened for her voice – only cyber silence, nothing more.

 

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Le Enchanteur?”
This I whispered, but an echo murmured back the words, “I am Le Enchanteur!” –

 

There I sat at computer table, wondering, doubting, that I was able,

Could I create each day, and my creativity explore,

Could I earn my raven wings, and flap some more?

“Yes, you can do it, always learning, learning forevermore,

Create and share and post and comment – creativity galore!”

She encourages her flock of ravens, our Le Enchanteur!

“You can do it, write some more….”

* I would have included more foodies but got interrupted by my day job…Kerry)

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April 28, 2008 at 3:36 pm