Dear Women’s Fiction Writers friends,
This is the 35th post on Women’s Fiction Writers! Thank you all for being so excited and enthusiastic and engaged over the past four months! The best is yet to come…starting with another fabulous WF author on Thursday and plain old prose by me next Tuesday!
I wrote this poem in 2009 and tweaked it for today. I’m no Hunchback of Neiman Marcus, but it was so fun to go outside my novel and my WIP for a while! I hope you enjoy the momentary diversion as much as I did.
An Aspiring Author's Poem I read a book I didn’t like, gave it to a writer-friend, she didn’t like it either, nor made it to the end. We both enjoyed the prologue, then it fell apart, we dug deep to understand, and prayed to find some heart. We spoke of missing cadence, of light and fluffy prose, was there a thread we both had missed? Still, neither of us knows. The lesson in the book we closed, was strong as any other, how we would like our own work read, to be unlike another. So when an author drops a thread, I learn to pick up mine. If I read too many words, I learn how to refine. When characters do not ring true, or dialogue is stilted, my own mistakes jump off the page, my loves are often jilted. We pushed aside the book that day, continued with our lunch, but in our sad agreement was a buried hunch. Only with a writer can the worst book in a while, be the source of conversation, a lesson and a smile.