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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

Dreams for Sale!

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The sleepy basket girl
walks through the pink Lemurian mist
each early morning,
singing out, in a sweet alto voice,
“Dreams for sale!
Look in my basket,
full of pretty dreams!
Pick any one you like!
Only cost you a quick kindness,
don’t cost nothin’ to look!
Old dreams, new dreams,
anything you can dream of!
Anything can happen today
in the City of Ladies!
Come on, now, my dears,
you beautiful Lemurian dreamers,
Try one of my fresh dreams right now –
today could be amazing! (Stay tuned…)”
And where she walks she leaves a magic trail
of pink and purple glittering pixie dust,
a few sand dollars, some pretty shells,
the heavy, sweet scent of longing
for what could have been,
and just a hint of what may yet be…
by Kerry Vincent (c) 2008

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June 25, 2008 at 11:30 am

dichroic necklace

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hot glass,

cool as ice,

color that makes love to the light.

by KVwordsmith

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June 3, 2008 at 11:16 pm

Working without a net

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circus-inspired collage by Kerry 2008

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May 30, 2008 at 11:24 am

response to manhole cover challenge

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Once upon a time there was a talking lemur lady named Laurel who liked to look at manhole covers about the countryside of Lemuria.  She spoke of a “secret, subterranean world”, one filled with awe and wonder and intriguing stories and maybe buried treasure, and anyway, there was always a nice assortment of very good Lemurian lady traveling companions who were generally up for a journey, especially if there were to be tasty munchable treats along the way….

 

“C’mon, Ravens, let’s pop down here and have an underground adventure.  Here, you might need these,” Laurel says, handing out some “rubber dungarees”.  “The water down here is not always clean or nice.”  … You never know what lies ahead on a Lemurian adventure, but it is wise to be prepared for anything along the River Creative…

 

No ivory tower isolated artiste studios for these painters and writers and photographers and blow torch babes – nope, these gals are creativity’s answer to extreme sportsmen:  they are extreme artists.  “Amateur explorers of the secret underground” indeed – they are adept at diving down into the deep subterranean subconscious and bringing up a prized insight.  Jung had nothing on them!

 

If there is a secret underground Lemurian railroad, you can be assured that Laurel and the  Ravenettes will investigate it, test it, document it, and use it in a story 5 times to make it their own…

 

Sometimes they just need a little escape from the fast-moving, high-pressured, too-stressful workaday world, even an evacuation from Mother Nature, who is justifiably acting out anger towards careless inhabitants… They need a respite, where it is serene, quiet, peaceful, lovely, and just a little bit other-worldly – they need to answer when Lemuria calls.

 

And then, when they re-emerge to pick up their regular lives again, they are refreshed, rejuvenated, and renewed.  They use their art like magic to cast spells and turn everyday items – like manhole covers – into mandalas and other artful objects.

 

© 2008 Kerry Vincent

 

 

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/4648569.stm – I used this article to get started on this madchallenge exercise.  Words in quotation marks are taken directly from the article.  I discovered this story by googling “manhole covers” and “serenity”. kerry

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May 23, 2008 at 6:22 pm

A Writer Without a Page

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She had been around the writer’s block a few times.  She had read her Natalie Goldberg and her Julia Cameron.  She knew all about writing practice and morning pages.  She had been published over the years in small press, trade mags, newspapers, poetry collections.  She’d even been paid a couple of times ($700 over a 20-year period – you do the math.)

She had a minor in Fine Arts and attended workshops and two different writer’s fellowships over the years. 

She had done freelance articles, newsletters, brochures, marketing collateral, computer program instructions, document editing/formatting/proofreading, was even making a living by hack inkslinging.  Long ago she’d given up her dream of being a paid, published serious writer, making a living at what she loved.  It was so hard to break in, find an agent, get a deal.  The publishing industry had changed.  Few independent bookstores, fewer independent publishers, no room for the less-than-mainstream.  It was hard not to be bitter.

She had been discouraged for a long, long time.  Why write?  No one cared, no one would read it.  She had given up, mostly, although she still kept her journal – it helped.  “Focus on the process, not the product” was her creative mantra anymore.  She turned to other art forms, beads and stained glass and flameworking.  She was a writer without a page.

So who was this Heather and her Soul Food Café, and why did she need to be a part of it?  She wouldn’t get paid.  No royalties.  New York publishing houses didn’t review it.  Was blogging just a hobby, an Internet-age vanity press?  She’d look into it, make up her own mind.

So she clicked here and there and found – kindred souls!  People who cared! People who still think art makes a difference.  Warm, welcoming folks, willing to share their hearts and their knowledge and wisdom.  People who understand writing is not mere self-indulgence, it is a way to nurture the spirit.  A support group for artists – an answer to the loneliness of working in isolation, as so many writers and painters do.  A world of connections, all across the globe, of people who believe in the healing power of creativity, of transforming tragedy into significant art. 

She found herself looking forward to seeing what had been posted, who said what, to challenging herself with the prompts from the Mad Challenges, to posting her own work, receiving kind words, publishing something daring, learning that it might inspire someone else to create a response in another medium, sharing pain, being comforted, making new friends, learning new things.  Heather said making a commitment to daily writing or art practice would change her – and Heather was right.  She created – and shared – and got good feedback – and wanted to create some more.  Plus she was learning computer skills while she was having fun playing with words and talking to her new friends. 

Soul Food Café put the JOY back into writing for her.

by Kerry Vincent (c) 2008

Written by kvwordsmith

March 25, 2008 at 7:21 pm