Practical insights for writers from author and developmental editor Jessica Morrell

Join me at Writers in the Grove 2018 Authors Conference, January 27

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jan• 10•18

For more information visit their site here.

I’ll be teaching a workshop on Character Arc. Keynote speaker Deborah Reed. Other workshops by Holly Lorincz, Chip McGregor, Paulann Petersen, MaryJane Nordgren, and Kristen Thiel.

Be generous to your characters

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jan• 02•18

Be generous to your characters; kill them, save them, break their hearts and then heal them. Stuff them with life, histories, emotions, and people they love and once you’ve done that, once they’re bursting at the seams; strip them bare. Find out what they look like–how they stand, talk, move when they have nothing left.  Now put them back together, fill them once more with life, except now leave enough room for the reader to squeeze their own heart and imagination inside. ~ Dinaw Mengestu


Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jan• 01•18

Wishing you a productive year filled with inspiration.

But of course inspiration simply doesn’t fly in the door. We invite it by reading and writing and taking in art. We invite it with stillness and walks and attention. How are you going to achieve your writing goals this year? Are you staking out morning hours for achieving them? Going to write after the kids are in bed? Have you bought new notebooks, joined a class, made a pact, or somehow sent your subconscious signals that you plan to write more often this year?

I wrote by hand a lot last year and I plan to keep this practice going and this winter to write by candlelight. It makes me feel connected to writers through the centuries and it’s a slow, deliberate practice that somehow makes words come easier and increases my focus. Candlelight is also calming, creates a ritual, and if I’m stuck I can stare into the flames and become unstuck. Candlelight encourages introspection and a deep inner quiet.  And candlelight is such a welcome break from the glare of a screen and electric lights in general.

Keep writing, keep dreaming, have heart

A book, too, can be a star….

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Dec• 27•17

A book, too, can be a star, a  living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe. ~ Madeline L’Engle

Wishing you peace in the holiday season

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Dec• 26•17

Snow and freezing rain swooshed into the region on Christmas eve leaving a dangerous layer of ice. But with it, came beauty and a winter’s hush. Wishing readers and writers peace and hope in this lovely season. I realize that 2017 has been a hard, trying year for many of us, but together we can build a better world. And as always, keep writing, keep believing, and keep dreaming.

Book Recommendation for History Buffs: The Color of Lightning

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Dec• 19•17

More dry and cold weather is on the way. I’m winding up my Christmas shopping, staying cozy, and started baking Christmas cookies. Now to give most of them away….  But first, in case you still need books for holiday giving I have another title for you.

Last summer with current events threatening my sanity, I escaped into historical fiction. And Paulette Jiles again won my heart with her latest books The Color of Lightning and News of the World.  Both are set in Texas in the 1800s, both are being turned into movies,  and if you have never read her stories, you’re missing out. The research is meticulous, the language is exquisite, and the characters unforgettable. The setting comes alive with poetic cadence and the whole is gripping and captivating.

In fact Jiles is also a poet and memoirist and she’s a savor-every-word author, and you’ll find yourself pausing, rereading, and underlining as you go along. Sentences and paragraphs like this: He started out in a spring windstorm and made thirty miles by evening. As he came in the low, even valley of the Brazos, he turned into the shelter of the trees. Tall white-bodied sycamores whipped toward the southeast and their new leaves streamed like sequins into the wind. Lightning forked out of the clouds and in its brief catastrophic flash he saw the tree trunks become incandescent. The heaps of crumbling flood debris and jittering small leaves of the chokeberry lit up as if with pale fire. He unsaddled and sat with Moses Johnson’s good slicker over his head under the drumming rain. It sprang into glossy bars as the lightning flashed again and again. The wind tore at the slicker as he grasped its edges around himself and the horses like stoics with their heads down.

When he woke up the wind had died and he could see stars overhead through the leaves. The Dipper stood at midnight when he re-saddled and laid his hand on the packs and checked all the wet knots and stood into the stirrup and went on.

He splashed into the Bravos River in a blaze of moon reflections at a ford that he had used before. Beyond this he only knew to go northward toward the Stone Houses and the Red. 

The story begins in 1863 and former slave Britt Johnson has relocated his wife Mary and their three children to the Texas territory. As he’s away from home establishing a freight business,  the unthinkable happens: a marauding band of Kiowas and Comanches raid his settlement and kidnap and murder his family and friends. Did I mention Johnson was a real person? Jiles has shaped him into a bigger-than life hero on an epic quest as he travels into Indian Territory bent on ransoming his damaged family. His wife Mary has been brutalized, raped, and traumatized and I cannot understate the tension her ordeal brings to the story.

Meanwhile, the Johnson’s neighbor and grandchildren were also captured and their tale is another firm subplot. The details of day-to-day life among these tribes is fascinating, rich, and immersing. Jiles also mixed in a Quaker, Samual Hammond, who is assigned to oversee the Bureau of Indian Affairs, attempting to convince these warrior tribes to become farmers.  It’s a masterpiece.

Here’s the opening: When they first came into the country it was wet and raining and if they had known of the droughts that lasted for seven years at a time they might never have stayed. They did not know what lay to the west. It seemed nobody did. Sky and grass and red earth as far as the eye could see. There were belts of trees in the river bottoms and the remains of old gardens where something had once been planted and harvested and the fields abandoned. There was a stone circle at the crest of a low ridge.

Keep writing, keep dreaming, have heart

Book recommendation: Winter’s Bone

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Dec• 12•17

Another fine sunrise this morning and continued dry, crisp weather. Tonight it’s going to freeze–oh happy days. I have allergies so a freeze kills off the abundant leaf mold that’s around here. My tree is installed and tonight I’m going to add the ornaments. Christmas baking has begun and a few gifts exchanged. Saturday night we went out to hear Confluence Chorus and their stirring harmonies and message of peace seemed to settle into the deepest, most worried parts of me. And despite these troubling and difficult times in our country, the beauty and  magic of Christmas is taking hold in me.

And speaking of Christmas, I have another book recommendation: Winter’s Bone by Daniel Woodrell. He’s one of my favorite authors and this is one of my favorite stories of all times. A desert island book. A top ten book.  Woodrell is a writer’s writer; that is, there’s something to learn and appreciate on every page.  It’s a gritty, compelling, and scary because the protagonist faces so much risk and jeopardy. And the antagonists are rawboned, mean types who will would shoot you dead without  blinking. Here’s a review from The New York Times that I wish I’d written.

The story also features one of my favorite characters Ree Dolly. In fact The Writer magazine asked me to list my 10 favorite protagonists and I included her: Ree Dolly (of Winter’s Bone) exhibits an unflinching loyalty to family and depths of strength in one so young. She struggles to uncover the truth of her father’s disappearance and save the family home, becoming matriarch to her siblings and mentally ill mother.

Woodrell usually writes about poor, desperate people who commit crimes and make lousy decisions. The story begins with a sheriff’s deputy showing up at the Dolly’s home in the Ozarks and informing sixteen-year-old Ree that her father has skipped bail and the family home was his collateral. She needs to find him so they won’t lose the house. And this puts her in the path of some really badass types most of us would leave town to avoid. Here are the opening lines:

REE DOLLY stood at break of day on her cold front steps and smelled coming flurries and saw meat. Meat hung from trees across the creek. The carcasses hung pale of flesh with a fatty gleam from low limbs of saplings in the side yards. Three halt haggard houses formed a kneeling rank on the far creekside and each had two or more skinned torsos dangling by snagged limbs, venison left to weather for two days and three nights so the early blossoming of decay might round the flavor, sweeten that meat to the bone.

By the way, the film, directed by Debra Granik,  is nearly as good as the book and Jennifer Lawrence and John Hawkes deliver stunning performances.

Keep writing, keep dreaming, have heart


Book Recommendation for Dog Lovers: The Art of Racing in the Rain

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Dec• 08•17

Was just watching the sun rise over a stand of Douglas firs. Pale pink striations because we’re in the midst of a lovely dry spell. Winds have been whipping in from the Columbia Gorge, whisking away the leaves I needed to rake up. Although I enjoy raking, don’t you? I’m going out Christmas tree hunting this weekend and plan to hear some holiday music. So despite a virus that keeps warring with my immune system, despite the ongoing shit show in Washington DC, I’m going to focus on some magic in the coming days.

And in case you’re buying books for the holidays I want to suggest some gems for your gift list. I’m currently re-reading Garth Stein’s The Art of Racing in the Rain. The narrator is a dog, Enzo.         And if that sounds silly or gimmicky, it’s not. It’s profound, funny, heart-wrenching, and beautiful and will make you forget politics or your flu or your worries. I was reading it last night and practically wept it’s just so fine. I’d almost forgotten how much I loved Enzo’s voice.  He’s a racing fan and car nut. A philosopher who watches too much TV.  He loves his human companion Denny with such a complete and simple devotion and it’s also an adventure. Young adults will adore this story too.

Here’s the opening page:

Gestures are all that I have; sometimes they must be grand in nature. And while I occasionally step over the line and into the world of the melodramatic, it is what I must do to communicate clearly and effectively. In order to make my point understood with no question. I have no words I can rely on because, much to my dismay, my tongue was designed long and flat and loose, and is therefore, a horribly ineffective tool for pushing food around my mouth while chewing, and an even less effective tool for making clever and polysyllabic sounds that can be linked to form sentences. And that’s why I’m here now waiting for Denny to come home–he should be here soon–lying on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor in a puddle of my own urine.

Storytellers ought not be too tame….

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Nov• 28•17

Rains are here again today–steady thrumming against the tin roof of my porch, the backdrop as I work on a client’s story. I’m still eating Thanksgiving leftovers, getting over a cold, and wearing layers as befitting my circumstances. A house not as snug as I’d like during these short days of winter’s looming.  But, I’m looking forward to the magic of more holidays. Yes, I’m one of those people who believe in the goodness and magic and beauty of the winter holidays. Bring on the carols, the decorations, the baking, the gatherings.

As for this gem, I could not agree with this more.

“Storytellers ought not be too tame. They should be wild creatures who function adequately in society. They are best in disguise. If they lose all their wildness they cannot give us the truest joys.” ~ Ben Okri

Description must work for its place

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Nov• 20•17

Description must work for its place. It can’t be simply ornamental. It usually works best if it has a human element; it is more effective if it comes from an implied viewpoint, rather than from the eye of God. If description is coloured by the viewpoint of the character who is doing the noticing, it becomes, in effect, part of character definition and part of the action. ~ Hilary Mantel