Tuesday, May 19, 2020

WHO IS THE READER?


When my father lectured university age students, he told me that in his mind he would focus on one student as he talked. This made it possible to impart what general thoughts and wisdom he had while keeping the thread personal.

Keeping a personal narrative is essential to have it be a compelling and emotionally evocative voice. Fiction writers know this is vital to good storytelling.


Who is the reader? I realized long ago that, for me writing for younger readers, the reader is who I was back then at the intended reader’s age.
Only it isn’t really. I see through a lens of my understanding of now. Obviously, this is not the real young me of then, but who I have come to think I was.


Confusing?


The attempt to reach a reader is always an act of faith. You can’t hold it in your hands and verify the path with your eyes. Faith, augmented with hope, is the engine that drives the telling of a fiction story to a fictional reader.


The goal is one—


Saying “hello there,” and hoping to connect with you.

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

The Universality of Experience


If nothing else, (and there’s plenty else) a pandemic brings home the universality of experience.
There will be time to reflect and assess whether we under-reacted, overreacted, were prepared or not and coped or not.
Right now all such assessments feel premature and sadly too political. Quarrelsomeness is part of our species. But so is mobilization and co-operation.


Which is what I’m focusing on, as friends all over the globe post Corona Outerwear Fashion:

A friend in South Korea^ (They were ahead!)


A sister in Israel^ (She makes these herself)


A friend in Madagascar^


A friend in Maine, USA^


And yours truly in California, USA^


I’m determined to return to musing about writerly and other life things next week. These, too, are universal and there lies the value of shared thoughts.


Can hardly wait to say Bye-Bye to COVID-19. Let’s meet on the other side.




Tuesday, May 5, 2020

The Month of May

I woke up today, tired of Corona and determined to embrace the daffiness that this time of year usually confers on me. So with few apologies, here goes.




I find the very thought of the month of May very gay, in the older sense of this word. The wintry darkness lifted, the flowers bursting forth, and for my writerly soul, the word lends itself to an airy dance.


In May, we swoon and sway
Come May, night give way to day
What else can I say?
Pray, play, and spray away the gray
May is A-Okay


That kind of gay^. Let the bloom of new creativity beam over you, like sunshine’s ray.


Feeling silly positive, and wishing to spread May all over the bay...

YAY!

And listen, you everywhere yearning for the day we'll all breath free:
We need such fay sentiments right now. Okay?

Oy Vey