If we write, then we probably have a love for ourselves and a love for the material we put out. Whatever struggles we confront in life are actually opportunities to write about the conflicts we're in touch with.
When I wrote Parallel Opposites, I had already gone through some challenges that I hadn't foreseen in anyone else's life, things that I hadn't been through before. A friend and roommate was arguing with my family until they took him to a homeless shelter at a time I had been living at my great aunt's house, helping her, in a situation I would've otherwise been homeless myself. If I remember right, there was an undercurrent of fear of the unknown that I experienced, after not landing another job in Omaha where I lived with this roommate. Already, I had spent time with this friend in Chicago where everything was an expense. After Omaha, we came back to my aunt's house. When he went to the homeless shelter, I went to jail for harvesting wild marijuana plants for tea, and herbal seasoning on food. I didn't think it was anything illegal, but it may have incidentally triggered more paranoia for me which set in deep in jail, where I began to hear voices. It was always my impression that these were real people talking to me, at a time I believed in reincarnation. It was a multitude of strangers yelling at me. A year later, after an overwhelming sense of paranoia, I attempted suicide twice consecutively, both times landing in hospitals. The second time, they put me on appropriate medication, but these experiences led me to write. I think another motivation for me is the movies I was watching at the time. I had never before considered writing to make a living, but I was out of options, and these films were a real influence. I was also reading more when I came out of the hospital. Books that I had bookmarks in, and others I was only then beginning to read.
I guess the discussion here needs to focus on the importance of our writing to us. How important is your story to you? Is it based on you? Do you seek resolution in your life through your writing? Do you want more people to know you the way you know you? Sometimes, that can be a very motivating aspect of writing for me. Also, what themes run through your fiction? Do you find yourself searching for things to say that are similar to the themes in your previous works, or is there always a new theme for you to investigate? How well do you recognize the struggles of other people? Does it make you afraid of what you're unable to accomplish in this life? Maybe we can even discuss how deep we've gone or how close to the edge we've come before. If so, then we should all be someone to help out. There's always a different way of looking at situations that other people are in, and it's easier to find a solution from the outside looking in, rather than from the inside looking out. I've found that a lot of people are moody, after believing everyone must have this fearless, enthusiastic sense of freedom throughout all of life in order to survive struggles such as my own. Isn't television an obstruction anymore? We have strangers entering our homes, saying anything and everything from numerous attitudes that are not conducive to living.
Here at this article is one place I thought we could share how much we value our work and also introduce ourselves to these writing groups. What projects are most important to you, and how important is getting published? There are a number of right reasons for this to be important. We can be remembered. We can meet new people. We can feel we are doing something important.
Please also share a link to your story if you have an excerpt available to read.


Comments: 13 ( 4 removed by Ian M. )
Well said Ian...Deep thoughts Bro...
This is an excellent question. I don't write about events directly taken from my life, but I think to some extent, the writing is a way of finding an emotional resolution that in life might elude me.
for me it means letting it all hang out, for others it could mean hiding in a character or perhaps not exposing that much of the real person..
i like the honesty with which you wrote, continue to write and you will find it leads you to interesting places, may i recommend rilke's letters to a young poet? i have it like a bible, nextto my bed, a must read for any writer
Publishing? Well I haven't thought that far ahead yet.
Great input, Lisa.
Sigal, thanks for stopping by. I'll look into that book possibly.
Now, I'd like to refrain from commenting further on this article to allow more space for anyone to add what they'd like as an introduction to their work and themselves.
Ian, you just raised some important questions that I tend to have too..Asking myself..so what and then..and why...
I am glad that you were able to find yourself in all that jam that you had in your life..
But again..writing..is about style and expressing something that you can't say..right!!
As a poet (ehm ehm)..I love to write poetry..I love to teach poetry..cuz it is about feelings and living that feelings while writing it..
I was thinking of a poem about spider cause of this groupp'Image Write'..but had no ideas.. look what happened...my mom was peering some onions for dinner..cuz my sister will arrive later this day..She told me to get a smaller onion for her to peer..and on my way..I was singing a song that I made up..it started like that 'Crawling, touching, etc.' and I was like..aha..that's it..let me finish that poem..So I went on writing that poem..it finished..I think it might sound silly..but dunno...I liked it..hehe..
Here is the link: Spider and Getting Wider
Is writing therapeutic for me? Yeah, sometimes. I wrote Char not long after my cousin David died. That death came as an enormous shock to me because we grew up together, almost like brothers, and he was nine months younger than me. Char is set on David's farm, with a few features changed for plot purposes and a few labels filed off. Eric Davis is based on David, though again with some features changed for plot purposes.
After we grew up, David and went our separate ways to a great extent. We lived far enough apart that getting up there was a 3 hour round-trip, not something that I wanted to tackle more than every couple of months. We got together every year at Christmas, and my daughter got a little taste of farm life, but I have to admit that a lot of times going up there or calling got postponed until I had a little more time. The summer before he died we had a long chat, and I was amazed at how little I knew about his life for the last several years, how much our lives paralleled in spite of very different career choices, and how nice of a guy he had grown up to be.
I made a resolution to get up there and call more often, but months went by again with my hectic lifestyle, and then one morning I got a call from my sister that he was dead.
Apparent heart attack. In his mid-40's. Not overweight. Didn't smoke. No apparent health problems. No autopsy, which I didn't find out until too late to get one done. Probably illegal for it not to have been done.
I've never really accepted his death. I catch myself thinking that I should give him a call, even several years later. Then there was the ugliness of the attempted fraud against his aunt and uncle, and the long court fight, which has consumed my life for the last 3 years. (Finally over as far as I know)
Char was partly a way of dealing with all of that. It put a nice fantasy gloss on some very ugly, unresolved parts of my life.
I'm not going to go too deep on the above questions. I write because I enjoy it and because I have stories to share and talents to develop.