Word by Word

Practical insights for writers from Jessica P Morrell

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Sep• 04•19

Do what  you can, with what you have, where you are. ~Theodore Roosevelt


Written By: Jessica Morrell - Sep• 01•19

Autumn Walk with Umbrella, R. Beal


Written By: Jessica Morrell - Aug• 23•19

There is one thing you should know about writing. It will inevitably lead you to terrible places, as you cannot write about something if you have not lived it. Though the most important thing to bear in mind is this: you are there as a tourist and and must always remain one. There was a very specific reason why you were blessed with the ability to  translate your sentiments into wordsit is to bring voice to suffering and torment. But do not be too indulgent with these experience of these thingsdespite how addictive suffering can behow easy it is to get lost down the twisted path of self-destruction. You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious–to tell your story and in turn, light the way for others.” ~ Lang Leav

Rest in peace Toni Morrison

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Aug• 06•19

Toni Morrison has died at age 88. Here is one of her many obituaries. Author of novels Beloved, The Bluest Eye, Sula, The Song of Solomon, and more, she taught us so much about the black experience, the power of language, and speaking truth. My favorite of her novels was Sula and 20-some years (or is it 30 now?) I can still remember a specific scene in which a character discovers her husband having wild sex with her friend, Sula. The description of her sense of betrayal and grief is depicted through her body and is as authentic and moving as anything I’ve ever read.

Here’s are a few of her words for writers from her address at the Nobel Prize ceremony in Stockholm. It so worth reading in our troubled and terrifying times when language is being used as a weapon to oppress.  “Passion is never enough; neither is skill. But try. For our sake and yours forget your name in the street: tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe, what to fear.  Show belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear’s caul.”

Meanwhile, keep writing, keep dreaming, shine your light


Written By: Jessica Morrell - Aug• 01•19

Advice from C.S. Lewis

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jul• 23•19

“If we let ourselves, we shall always be waiting for some distraction or other to end before we can really get down to our work. The only people who  achieve much are those who want knowledge so badly that they seek it while the conditions are unfavorable. Favorable conditions never come.”

A Read for our Times: Stones from the River

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jul• 18•19

After trump’s latest hate rally and cries of “send her back” might I offer a lesson from history in the form of a beautiful novel, Stones from the River by Ursula Hegi? It’s the story of the rise of Hitler and how the German people were pulled into his madness and xenophobia. How easy it was to sway them, brainwash them, and demonize Jews and other minorities and outsiders.

It’s told from the viewpoint of Trudi  Montag, a dwarf, and the story begins in 1915 when she’s a girl. When you create a fictional story at least one character needs to be vulnerable—it’s why a child’s kidnapping makes such a horrifying, nail-biting tale, for example. We can all relate to feelings of vulnerability because we’ve all been children, dependent on adults for survival. In Hitler’s Germany only able-bodied Aryan types were seen as desirables and people with differences could be sent to work camps, murdered at whim, or be subject to brutal medical research.

Here is the opening:

As a child Trudi Montag thought everyone knew what went on inside others. That was  before she understood the power of being different. The agony of being different. And the sin of ranting against an infective God. But before that–years and years before that–she prayed to grow. Every night she fell asleep with the prayer that, while she slept, her body would stretch itself, grow to the size of other girls her age in Burgdorf–not even the taller ones like Eva Rosen, who would become her best friend in school for awhile–but into a body with normal-length arms and legs and a small, well-shaped head. To help God along Trudi would hang from door frames by her fingers until they were numb, convinced she could feel her bones lengthening; many nights she’d tie her mother’s silk scarves around her head–one encircling her forehead, one knotted beneath her chin–to keep her head from expanding.

How she prayed. And every morning when her arms were still stubby, and her feet wouldn’t reach the floor as she’d swing them from her mattress, she’d tell herself she hadn’t prayed hard enough or it wasn’t the right time yet so she’d keep praying….  

Keep writing, keep reading, stand for justice


Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jul• 13•19

“The architects do blueprints before they drive the first nail, they design the entire house, where the pipes are running, and how many rooms there are going to be, how high the roof will be. But the gardeners just dig a hole and plant a seed and see what comes up. I think all writers are partly architects and partly gardeners, but they tend to one side or another, and I’m definitely more of a gardener. ” ~ George R.R. Martin

In case you missed it: Ruth Reichl on M.F.K. Fisher

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jul• 03•19

I discovered M.F.K. Fisher in my twenties, not from her many memoirs and books about food, but by reading Sister Age. It’s an odd little book. As the title suggests, it’s about aging and features essays of sorts about ghosts, elderly women on a sea voyage,  encountering death, and facing one’s later years. And, as in all her writing, Fisher manages to espouse her bold and deliberate views on the lush pleasures of life.

I then devoured all her books and memoirs on food and cooking  from The Gastronomical Me to How to Cook a Wolf and upon reading them, felt like I had joined a secret sisterhood of women who truly appreciated the sensual pleasures of food and cooking. As Reichl notes, “To Mary Frances food was a metaphor for living.”

Ruth Reichl’s beautiful tribute and memory of her last visit with Fischer is a worthwhile read. Ruth Reichl on M.F.K. Fischer Lifetime of Joyous Eat is here at lithub. And if you haven’t read Reich’s memoir, Tender at the Bone,  I highly recommend it. Here’s Fisher’s website that includes a list of her 27 books and the delightful news that an unpublished novel was discovered then published in 2016. Finally, because I’m hoping to pique your interest in this remarkable writer, here’s an interview with Bill Moyers.

This interview contains one of my favorite all-time passages written by Fisher: “Once I was lying with my head back, listening to a long program of radio music from New York, with Toscanini drawing fine blood from his gang. I was hardly conscious of the sound, with my mind anyway. And when it ended, my two ears, which I had never thought of as cup-like, were so full of silent tears that as I sat up, they drenched and darkened by whole front with little gouts of brine. I felt amazed. Beyond my embarrassment in a group of near friends, for the music I heard was not the kind that I thought I liked, and the salty water had rolled from my half-closed eyes like October rain, with no sting to it, but perhaps promising a good winter.”

Perhaps this gives you a glimpse of why I’m such a fan.

….Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jul• 01•19

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tossed to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

From The New Colossus, Emma Lazurus. 1883

Happy July 4th out there to any citizen who holds this message dear.