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Gertrude Stein once told Hemingway, "You should only read what is truly good or what is frankly bad."
I'm hoping that this blog will provide the former; but if not, we'll work through it together. Your patience is appreciated.
I've known since I was a small child that I wanted to be a writer. All kids walk around crafting elaborate stories and scenarios in their heads, but I think few actually walk around narrating their every move. I've been a walking screenplay since I was old enough to speak.
For the sake of your time, we'll skip most of the years between there and now. I was lucky enough to have two incredibly supportive parents who encouraged every bad poem and story that was a blatant ripoff of whatever movie I just watched. I had an old Apple computer filled with one-page novels and their carefully plotted covers. And when that budding little Louisa May Alcott grew up, I went to study English, drink like Hemingway, and become the next big thing. And for a while, I did pretty well. I was fairly prolific, writing a poem or three after returning from class at the end of the day and churning out a short story on the weekends. I submitted these scribblings to many places; several were published, but countless more were not (Truth of Writing #1: not everyone thinks you're as great as you do). After three short years, I graduated, ready to take on the world one piece at a time.
But life happened. Despite all of my bohemian expectations and dreams, I ended up at a cubicle for several years, and then a slightly larger cubicle. I was not fulfilling "my life's work," but bills needed paying. I squeezed in freelance editing jobs here and there, but lacked the creative energy left at the end of the day to write anything. (This feeling persists every once in a while...sometimes sweatpants and reality TV are all I can muster.)
In the last few years, I've managed to become a full-time Editor---a goal that at my age, I am so grateful to accomplish. Now, it is time to reignite my love and passion for writing, which I've ignored far too long.
This post is the beginning of my ode to which I have lost---my dear friend---the written word. Join me, will you? I'll try my best to make it worth your while.
Writer, editor, and storyteller living in the Twin Cities.