Monthly Archives: October 2017

What feeds you?

The Japanese Garden in Tacoma’s Point Defiance Park

My husband, a wise fellow, often uses a nutrition metaphor when talking about his work: he says teaching feeds him. I tried this metaphor last week when chatting up an interesting acquaintance. That boring old question came up: “What do you do?”–meaning, how do you earn money? This question only yields interesting results for privileged, prosperous people who’ve had lots of choices in life. Most folks are just working to pay the bills, not to feed their souls.

That’s the question I asked Fred: “What feeds your soul?” He answered without hesitation: music. Turns out he’s a guitarist who’s played professionally and recorded albums in another country. For this guy, music is a vital nutrient.

Taking this metaphor a little further, there are nutrients you can gobble with abandon–say, fiber, and those that are essential but become toxic in large doses, such as niacin. Writing is my main psychic nutrient, the work I find most rewarding and most essential. But a diet of only writing leaves me as malnourished as if I tried to live on, say, cheese.

And if I neglect certain soul-vitamins, I start to crave them. One nutrient that’s been missing from my diet lately is a change of scenery. I’m quite a homebody most of the time, content with long hours spent writing in my comfortable little office. But too much sameness makes my creative motor run down. (Uh-oh, metaphor overload)

Yesterday, wise Hubs and I went for a long walk in Tacoma’s Point Defiance Park, a local beauty spot. I returned energized, cheered, and smacking my head for having neglected these important nutrients:

  • fresh air
  • movement
  • natural beauty
  • new scenery

To that list of nutrients, I’d add social time with friends and family, ditto with interesting new people, time with other writers, reading fiction, music, dancing…

None of these feel like duty, like work, like bitter medicine. They’re all delicious nutrient for my psyche, and I just have to remember–to take my vitamins.

How about you? What feeds you?

Oh, and have you seen the studies that prove cheese is good for us?http://www.eatingwell.com/article/289455/5-reasons-cheese-is-actually-good-for-your-health/?did=181228&utm_campaign=ew_nourish_101617&utm_source=etg-newsletter&utm_medium=email&cid=181228&mid=9530003697

Hallelujah and pass the Parmesan!

IWSG: Sometimes It Is All about Me!

Is it IWSG time again? Oh my—tempus sure does fugit. The Insecure Writers’ Support Group is a safe haven for writers of all kinds, where you’ll find resources for every step of the writing and publishing journey. On the first Wednesday of each month, IWSG sponsors a blog-hop. Check them out here: http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html

This month’s IWSG blog-hop question – Have you ever slipped any of your personal information into your characters, either by accident or on purpose?

September was for yard renovation and family visits, not for blogging, alas.

I actually wrote on this month’s topic back in August twenty-third in Fashion and Vengeance: What I’ve Learned about Myself by Writing Fiction. Please scroll down and take a look if you’re interested.

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Of course my stuff winds up in my characters! Is there a writer who doesn’t do this? Some resemblance shows up in surface details: though I’ve stopped dying my hair with henna (no longer flattering on my aging complexion), my female protagonists all have reddish hair, along with my green eyes and freckles. Hmm.

And then there are themes and motifs in my fiction that reveal lessons I should have learned in real life. For example, I’ve tended to jump right into romantic relationships like a kid making a cannonball dive—cowabunga! (This has not always worked out well.) But my protagonists are more cautious—they struggle with inner conflict over relationships that are moving uncomfortably fast. Hmm.

Another theme that echoes my own life is reinvention. I think it’s a universal human desire, especially in middle age, to re-evaluate the path we’re on and correct course. I lucked into the opportunity to start a new chapter, though years of hard work and saving for retirement certainly helped. My protags are also mature women who either can or must start anew.  And, like me, they believe in signs from lost loves or the Great Spirit or what have you—arrows that point us in the direction we’re meant to take. Hmm.

It looks like I need to stretch myself more as a writer and create protagonists who resemble me less—and I am, in my current WIP. Since romance novels are usually written in alternating male/female POV, I’m working on my first male protagonist. I was hesitant to do this, thinking it would be hard to create an authentic man. Any romance fan has read stories in which the male lead talks and acts and reacts like a very girly woman. Fortunately, the guys in my critique group are helpful for corralling that problem.

How about you? How closely do your protagonists resemble yourself?