A Little Story On the Joys of Writing
Memories, Personal Growth, and How Fiction Isn't Fiction After All
By Carolyn Howard-Johnson
This is a story that goes way back, the story of a critique group, how it developed into much more, and how it lives as a study in the way life changes. I spent several hours breaking bread with my very longtime critique group. The bread was a focaccia strewn with bits of rosemary, onions, garlic and oregano and, probably, drenched with olive oil—to which I add more olive oil and balsamic vinegar as a dip just to be sure it is really as fattening as possible. I eat the crust; Leora Krygier (www.leorakrygier.com) eats the insides. Just like Jack Sprat and his wife. It has become a tradition.
It is not a large critique group. It started with four of us. We were among about 20 enrolled in a four-day writers' conference (they now call it a Studio) at UCLA Extension Writers' Program (https://www.uclaextension.edu ). Our teacher, Phyllis Gebauer, suggested we would be perfect critique partners. We worked together for a year and then one of our number, Iris, dwindled away to Washington D.C. I kept in touch with her, but not as avidly as I should, though last year I sent her an assortment of my huge, chartreuse gladiola bulbs via USPS.
It was an unusual group not only because of its longevity. After watching us grow and publish, Phyllis—our instructor—asked if she might join us. We—her former students— were floating on air. This was a kind of personal affirmation, as exquisite in its way as getting an agent or a publisher. Our former teacher thinking we had something to offer her in terms of critique.
We were four, then five, then—eventually—back to three. Three little piggies who relished our favorite restaurants—the ones with the best focaccias, almost as much as we did writing. Only three left of the five of us. I took notes of the day we discussed websites, a new program I found on the Science channel moderated by the tech columnist at the New York Times that still reruns occasionally on Prime, I think. I read a poem (did you know that flowers are all about sex?), Leora (author of When She Sleeps) read the beginning of a proposal for a book of nonfiction (something quite new for her) and Phyllis read from her work-in-progress, Hot Widow and told us that it had been accepted for publication. JayCe Crawford, our Cup of Comfort contributor, was attending to a sick friend and we missed her. She is the fastidious one who keeps our t's crossed. You can see, we've all published.
Later I then I became one of Phyllis's fellow UCLA instructors. It was quite a ride that eventually afforded me UCLA Extension’s Instructors Development Program. They offered all the classes in it to their instructors as one of the benefits. I took every single one and framed the tiny little “sheepskin” for a wall in office. It was the kind of benefit that keeps giving.
And then our instructor cum fellow critique announced she would not be finishing her latest book but bowing to cancer instead. She left behind her several UCLA teaching awards and her library of books to UCLA’s library—most of them first editions of great prize-winners over the extent of her life including many hand-signed by the authors who had once been students and other associates.
So, aside from this ramble from a writer who loves to write, what's this all about?
Memories and how they affect our writing, nonfiction or fiction.
Memories are what writing and life (or life and writing) are made of. In fact, I don't think there is such a thing as true fiction. Everything, however made up by playing the "What if?" game, is rooted in experience. An author describes a room or garden? She's been there before, or she's reassembling parts of several gardens she's seen. She builds a character? No character is wholly original. No matter how carefully a fictional character has been drawn, the author has seen those traits in some individual, some novel, or some movie before. Or maybe a dream. If that weren't true, that character wouldn't come off as real.
Readers, too, bring their real memories to a story, visualize it similarly to what they've experienced. So, what we do every day—as writers or readers—is important to writing, to what we bring to a book when we read it.
Oh! That reminds me. It's also about
Personal Growth and how our friends help us move ahead.
About one year later. Phyllis's book, the one we critiqued a year go, is a reality. Before she died she read an excerpt from Hot Widow (which I happen to know was based on many of her personal memories! Wowser!) at Pasadena's famous independent bookstore, Vroman's still going after well over 100 years. Leora and Joey and I were—of course!—here. We had dinner first and then be in the audience, proud little piggies that we are. Cheering.
And one day that feeling we had for a fellow writer or those book-laden shelves, or that Indian dinner? One of them is sure to show up in something we write. I guess all three already have.
Tips and Tidbits and Another Memory This is an example of a piece I once included in each of well more than 200 “Back to Literature” columns I wrote for the now closed MyShelf.com where I met many reviewers, mostly authors of books generous enough to share and promote other authors as well. You’ll sometimes see them crop up in articles I write in other places, too. Here it is: (Each month in this box, Carolyn lists a Tidbit that will help authors write or promote better. She will also include a Tip to help readers find a treasure among long-neglected books or a sapphire among the newly-published.) Writers' Tidbit: :Writers will find lots of inspiration, promotion tips and guidance on craft at my blog, www.SharingwithWriters.blogspot.com They can even subscribe to have posts delivered to their mailboxes. They'll also find a long list of other writing-related blogs in one of what bloggers call "segments." Scroll to the end of the page for that list and segments that include other valuable resources for writers.
Readers' Tip: Book Expo America is a tradeshow for publishing professionals. When I was there Cushing-Malloy, Inc, a manufacturer of books, was celebrating their 60 year anniversary. They gave out a nifty little reading light that works as a bookmark, too. I love it and highly recommend it for readers. It's not something I would have purchased for myself, but now I've seen how handy it is, I would! I'm sure you can buy one at most good bookstores. |
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This column may one day appear in a memoir my publisher tells me I must write, but no apologies if that never happens. Memories and sharing are indeed the joys that keep most of us writing. Whether it makes it to a memoir or not. But if you’re curious if that ever happens, follow me on the Authors’ Profile that Amazon provides to its writers and follow me to receive a notice of each new book. They don’t come out super often; somehow the writing of the moment seems to fill the time necessary required to be a prolific writer of books. And learn more the books I have managed to publish in these years of intense writing on my website.
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