Finding Better Writing Conditions

Mystery writer William Kent Krueger advises an aspiring writer to write every day. At least, this is the advice he gave to this aspiring writer as I held up the line at his book signing in Charleston, West Virginia last fall. Up until that day, I had trouble even calling myself a writer but I took his advice to heart and set about to follow it.

He said he writes first thing in the morning, every morning, no matter what. He protects that time.  He guards it as though it’s the most important part of his day because it is. When I tried that, it required me getting up at 5 a.m. so I would have time before work. 

Let me tell you something: I’m not very smart that early in the day.

I kept up that pace for about a month before deciding I needed to retool my approach. Spoiler alert. That never happened. Now, I mostly write at night when I ought to be winding down for the day. It’s rarely on special projects and usually just for this blog. 

Clearly, the world hasn’t missed out on my completion of the Great American Novel but I’m certainly not going to get there if left to my own devices. 

Most writers are masters of distraction and I know this to be true of myself. Recreational writing at home is hard because there is a ton of stuff to take my hand and lead me away from my intentions. Dishes need washed, trash needs taken and there’s a fine layer of dust on the dining room table that has peacefully existed for weeks but now requires immediate attention. The cat looks lonely. Maybe he would like to be picked up. No? I put him down and go find a bandaid because now my hand is bleeding. 

All true stories. None are exaggerated. As for the cat scratch, it happens more often than I should admit. And as Scout likes to say, he wouldn’t have to scratch me if I weren’t going around asking for it.

I recently spent some time in a waiting room and got to write recreational projects for about ninety minutes. Then I went to a public library for a little more. I put my watch and phone in my bag. The computer I use for writing is only for writing. I can’t access social media from here and have to actually remember and type in my email password. In other words, the only distractions were a handful of people coming and going as they browsed the stacks. There were other people working at tables around me but we all were quietly minding our own business.

This quiet combined with the gentle hum of an air conditioner and lovely view of nature, allowed me to sit still and concentrate long enough to string together a cohesive series of sentences into paragraphs that actually make sense. It was a gratifying, reassuring, inspiring and delightfully encouraging experience. It’s wonderful to know that I’m capable of doing more than I normally manage.

How does a gal replicate this atmosphere at home?

I really must find out!

A Year In Review: Books Of Note

Last year was not a banner year for reading as my commitment ebbed and flowed rather unpredictably. Sometimes I read voraciously, carrying a book everywhere and sneaking in a few pages whenever possible. Other times anything more insightful than a Little Golden Book seemed like too much effort. 

I started and tossed aside more books in 2023 than ever before and my final tally was just 54 books – well short of my annual goal of 100. Luckily, there were a few that rose to the top. 

Here are my top five fiction from 2023:

Your Second Life Begins When You Realize You Have One by Raphaelle Giordano – I won’t lie. I bought this book because I liked the cover and the title was intriguing. Imagine my surprise when this #1 French bestseller from 2018 grabbed me by the hand and wouldn’t let go. It’s a novel that doubles as a sort of self help book that’s Inspiring and fun to read. It tells the story of a woman who has a seemingly wonderful life but who still isn’t happy. She meets a routinologist who offers to help her find her joy and so begins a journey that we all should be fortunate to take. 

The Secret Book Of Flora Lea by Patti Callahan Henry – This was a Book of the Month pick that also drew me in quickly and held my attention. It’s about two girls who evacuate their war torn home in 1939 London and find themselves in the English countryside. The older sister distracts the younger one by making up games and stories about a magical land called Whisperwood. All was well until one day the younger sister disappeared. Years later, a book surfaces that tells the story of Whisperwood, a story that only those two girls knew. A quest follows as the mystery unfolds. 

Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt – This is one of the single best pieces of contemporary fiction I have read in some time. Using multiple viewpoints, the author weaves together a mystery involving some unlikely characters including Marcellus, a giant Pacific octopus who lives in an aquarium. The story is terrific with outstanding characters but I was particularly fond of Marcellus who is witty, smart and charming. 

The River We Remember by William Kent Krueger – I have written about this author before including the day I acted like a giddy school girl when I met him at the West Virginia Book Festival. This book is rare because I literally did not want to put it down but I badly wanted to hit the brakes and savor every word. Beginning with a small town Memorial Day parade in 1958, this book enlists a believable cast of characters to tell the story of a series of crimes. It’s set in Black Earth County, Minnesota where the scenery and the atmosphere of the time and place become almost like another character. Lovely, lovely, lovely storytelling. This is a must read. And while you’re at it, pick up This Tender Land, another book of his which is one of my all time favorites. 

Wayward by Emilia Hart – I found this wonderful book because of the Book of the Month Club. It tells the story of three generations of women – one in 2019 who is fleeing an abuser, another in 1942 who wishes for the same rights and luxuries as her brother, and the third is an accused witch in 1619. The thread that holds them together is Weyward Cottage where they all live. This is a story of resilience and hope. It’s well told and creative. I hadn’t read anything quite like it and found myself awake well into the night more than once because I couldn’t sleep without reading “just one more chapter.” 

Here are my top five nonfiction from 2023:

Winter’s Song: A Hymn To The North by TD Mischke – This book will be part of my winter repertoire for years to come. In fact, I expect to reread it as soon as the snow flies. The author somehow managed to encapsulate all the reasons why winter is an amazing season. Winter’s charm comes in the darkest, coldest, snowiest days when staying home and being cozy is the very best use of life. “I’ve come to view the darkness as a real gift because of the way it presents me with an opportunity for contemplation. It’s as though winter is giving me this chance to just be, rather than do,” is a passage from my favorite chapter in this book of many great thoughts. If you enjoy winter, this book is for you. If you hate winter, this book makes a case for the reasons why others enjoy it and maybe you should give it a chance too. 

Travels With Charley In Search Of America by John Steinbeck – Steinbeck first published this book in 1961. It’s a collection of essays about his road trip across the country with his dog Charley. He special ordered a three quarter ton pick up truck capable of going anywhere. He had it fitted with a custom camper top with a double bed, chemical toilet, fridge, butane heat and storage space galore. He named it Rocinante after Don Quixote’s horse. His objective was to be incognito as he explored America and got to know the nation again. He met some characters along the way, experienced a crisis or two and learned a lot. It sounds like an epic road trip and tagging along was a lot of fun. 

Democracy Awakening: Notes On The State Of America by Heather Cox Richardson –  This author is a history professor at Boston College and an expert on American political and economic history. In 2019, she began writing a newsletter called Letters From An American where she writes about the news of the day, connecting the past with the present and exploring the consequences of our events and actions today. She explores how today’s political crisis began in the 1930s and then traces the roots of those events to a century before that. This is a fascinating read but one that was hard to stomach. Did you know that in 1939, the Nazi party had gained such footing in America they had a rally in Madison Square Garden? It was to celebrate George Washington’s birthday and attracted about 20,000 people for a “true Americanism” event. Oh, the things we don’t teach in history class in the name of making our country sound better than it is. 

A Fever In The Heartland by Timothy Egan –  Along the same lines, Egan tells the riveting story of the Ku Klux Klan’s plot to take over America. For all you Hoosiers out there, you may be disappointed to know that the core of these events took place in Indiana. That’s right. The Klan had a major foothold in small towns across the north and midwest and Indiana was the model for how to build membership. All but two of Inciana’s 92 counties had a chapter. Women had a kind of auxiliary organization and children had their own as well. They were bigger than the Freemasons and the Elks. They owned cops, judges, ministers, mayors and even the governor. Their recruiting techniques read like a modern political playbook for how to divide and conquer and cultivate an environment of intolerance and hate. Another hard read but worth the effort. Just buckle up because it’s a bumpy ride. 

One Writer’s Beginnings by Eudora Welty –  This memoir was a literal breath of fresh air after reading the last two. Her story is rooted in simpler times but is somehow timeless as well. She relates lessons learned through her parents and interactions in the small world of a child. The language is simple but rich and the stories are short but meaningful. It’s a small book that packs a wallop if you’re an aspiring writer or simply a curious person. 

Are you a reader? I suspect you are if you’re still reading this. What books can you recommend? The shelves of books waiting for me to read them are nearing an out of control status but I’m convinced there’s always room for one more!

Hitting The Reset Button

Me with author William Kent Krueger.

This blog has been quiet while I have wrestled with whether I want to continue writing at all. When I started writing here in 2018, it was a place to tell stories about my travels for friends and family to enjoy.

Since then it has evolved into a daily creative and accountability exercise. Lots of strangers have found their way here and become new friends. I hold myself accountable to show up every day and write something or to at least match a quote with an original picture of interest.

I took a break, thinking it would last for three days, but the respite has stretched into weeks. The more distance I put between me and writing, the less I missed it. I also journaled less and spent absolutely no time thinking about other types of writing besides what I do for work.

My brain felt tired and I was lacking in motivation.

Then something special happened. I received some encouragement from an author I admire. William Kent Krueger spoke Saturday at the West Virginia Book Festival. If you aren’t familiar, he is a New York Times bestseller and popular mystery writer. Known for his Cork O’Connor mystery series, as well as three fabulous stand alone books, he earned a spot in my heart with This Tender Land. If you haven’t read it, you should.

On Saturday, he talked about how he became a writer, crediting his parents for reading to him as a child and encouraging him to understand that there are no limits when it comes to storytelling.

He talked about his career, his failures and second chances. He wanted to write the great American novel but couldn’t find his voice so he just stopped writing.

He didn’t write a thing for years.

Then one day, he woke up in middle age and decided that he was going to write again. This time it wouldn’t be a botched great American novel. It would be something people would actually want to read. He got a laugh at that comment! So he did something unexpected. He embraced the Mystery genre even though he had never read a mystery before in his life.

After a grueling period of daily writing and stretching to find his voice, Cork O’Connor was born. This character would elevate the writer Kent Krueger to the New York Times Bestselling Author William Kent Krueger, making him a household name for readers far beyond his chosen genre.

I’m sad to say that I didn’t discover his work until he published This Tender Land a few years ago. This stand alone book captivated my imagination and won a spot on my bookshelf as an all time favorite.

This is what brought me to the room where Kent (he asked us to call him Kent!) told his own story.

He spoke about writing with a sense of profound joy, inspiring me to go home and write something of my own.

He seems like a common guy, reminding me of some librarian friends and a little of a favorite college English professor. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to sit in a writing class with him!

It ended all too quickly but he did sign books afterward and you can believe I took my two favorites to be personalized. I used my time in front of him wisely and acted like a fan girl as he signed my books. I let him know how much I love his writing and that he made me want to go home and write. That caught his attention and he asked some questions and offered encouragement.

He encouraged me to not let my writing projects at work sour me or get in the way of writing for myself. He advised writing every day and working to find my voice. When he worked a regular job, Kent said he got up early every day to write for an hour before work.

This advice makes sense to me because it would give a writer an opportunity to use their authentic voice before venturing out into a noisy world that insists on crushing our individuality.

I walked away knowing that I wanted to accept his advice.

My first act is to try reviving this blog because I need the accountability exercise. The next step is to dust off my journal because journaling is akin to a daily tidying routine for my mind.

The fiction piece is harder. I have a writing project in mind and it’s manageable. There’s another writing project that is less manageable. While we were out book browsing after the festival, I procured a book of writing prompts to help establish what I hope will be a morning writing exercise habit. I’m not a morning person so this may get shifted to another time of day to humor my morning failings.

I can at least try.

Something else I need to work on is my inability to call myself a writer. When one of my favorite writers took an interest in me and asked if I’m a writer too, I honestly didn’t know what to say. So I stammered out some nonsense about how I write but am not really a writer. In my mind, I just scribble and have never written anything that really mattered.

Yet, my professional resume includes writer/editor positions and two other jobs where writing has been a central responsibility. Personally, I practice writing here, drop thoughts in a journal and occasionally work on a short story.

I shared this with someone important to me the other day. He aptly responded “that means you’re a writer.”

And so it goes.

Will I ever be a writer like Kent Krueger? Not a chance. The man is brilliant. However, I will enjoy the journey as I work to improve myself. In this results oriented world, we forget sometimes that there’s merit in simply bettering ourselves – even when no one less is looking.

Meanwhile, I’ll see you back here tomorrow morning.