Word by Word

Practical insights for writers from Jessica P Morrell

Poetry shapes the world

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Feb• 02•25

May be an image of text that says 'sense "I wouldn't be surprised if poetry- poetry in the broadest sense, in the of α world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs-is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song." -David Byrne'

February

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Feb• 02•25
A bunch of plants that are covered in snow

photo credit: Annie Spratt

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Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jan• 24•25

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Happiness is Reading

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jan• 20•25

Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things.

A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages.

And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent. ~ Virginia Woolf

I’ve never used a letter opener as a bookmark, but I’m sure we agree that a delicious story transporting us far from the ordinary world belongs on our happiness list. With the horrors of the L.A. fires and a rising oligarchy overtaking our republic,  transporting is what I desperately need.

Girl with Needle-work by Pietro Rotari - Artvee

Girl with Needle-work, Pietro Rotari

A few days ago I read a short story that has haunted me. It’s from a contest held in conjunction with  Roxanne Gaye’s  Substack column The Audacity. The tagline is ‘writing that boldly disregards normal constraints.’ I highly recommend it for it’s mission, news roundup, and the twice monthly essay contest for up-and-coming writers.  In the January 15 column Megan Pillow describes how her book group had read Cuckoo by Gretchen Felker-Martin and talked about how society treats people on the margins. And how these truths are more terrifying than the monsters under our bed. {For the record, I had monsters in the closet and tigers under the bed.}  Cuckoo is about  kids sent to a conversion camp in the 1990s and it sounds chilling. But then it’s a horror story and meant to be chilling.

This, in turn,  begat a horror short story competition. The winner is “The Needleworkers” by Dyana Herron and it’s a fairytale meets a Shirley Jackson-type tale. Here is the link  again and first paragraphs. And I cannot stop thinking about it.

The aunts keep the needles locked upstairs in a room of the common house. They knew otherwise the temptation might be too great for us nieces to sneak between meals and chores to handle them –measure their weight in our palms, test the sharpness of their points, rehearse a threadless a stitch or two.  

And how could we resist? The needles are beautiful. Most are true silver, polished to a perpetual shine from use. Some are wooden whittled thin. A few, the oldest, are carved from bone. They are all bright and smooth, unlike the dusky tin spoons we use at mealtimes and the rough, disfiguring mirrors in the hall. They are lovelier than anything that belongs to the community, and much more valuable, because they are what we use to stay safe from harm. 

Keep writing, keep dreaming, have heart

From Gretchen Felker-Martin

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jan• 15•25

Horror is all about unspoken drives, desires, and fears. If you can sublimate that on the page, you can elicit a reaction from the reader, and you can give someone the relief of knowing they’re not alone with their forbidden thoughts or shock someone into wondering why these thoughts are forbidden in the first place. You can push people into a space where they have to start questioning the architecture of their own mind and the world around them.

Gretchen Felker-Martin is also the author of Manhunt

Gratitude, Ali Velshi’s Banned Book Club, Ray Bradbury, & Fahrenheit 451

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jan• 14•25

I want to thank everyone who joined us this past Saturday morning for the Grand Canyon  Sisters in Crimes panel on Self Editing. It was a lot of fun, especially hanging out with Christine Estes, Susan Budavari, Denise Forsythe,  Yvonne Corrigan-Carr and other board members.  As usual, I had much to say and I believe there is a transcript of the panel available. They’re headquartered in Scottsdale, Arizona and do SO much to help writers get published and sell their books. I cannot recommend this organization enough. Here’s a link to their doings–they’ve got a bunch of opportunities coming up.

This January finds me thinking a lot about my contributions to our complicated world. I plan to shine more light on the whole damnable and corrosive horror of banning books.  In a country with a First Amendment that affirms our rights to free expression. An insightful and delightful resource for learning about banned books is Ali Velshi’s Banned Book Club on MSBNC. He’s on Saturday and Sunday mornings and his penetrating analysis of the books featured, author interviews, and deep perspective about the role of books in our lives is invaluable.

Here is a link to the episode.

It’s also streaming on Peacock. You can also listen to his show via the podcast.

On January 11, Velshi  featured Ray Bradbury –one of my writing heroes–and his iconic novel Fahrenheit 451. Ironically, a novel about the dangers of book banning.  The segments that were highlighted were poignant and important and Lois Lowry  author of The Giver (another banned book worth reading) and Professor  Jason Stanley, of Yale discussed the implications of censorship in that the particular story. As Bradbury said, “You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”

And did you study Fahrenheit 451 in school?  In the Banned Book Club segment Velshi mentioned that Bradbury died in 2012 at 91 and wrote every day of his life since he was 12. No wonder he wrote 27  novels and 600-some short stories.

Here is Fahrenheit 451’s opening paragraph: It was a pleasure to burn. It was a pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blacken and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with the great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, blood pounded in his head and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of burning and tatters to bring down the charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that colored the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparking whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. 

Prose and power to strive for, isn’t it?

Here’s a delightful short film about him, NEA Big Read: Meet Ray Bradbury. It’s impressive because he was impressive.  “The things that you love are the things that you should do and the things you do are the things that you love.”

Might I also heartily recommend Bradbury’s book for writers  Zen in the Art of Writing: Releasing the Creative Genius Within You. It’s full of timeless wisdom and I’ll be writing about it more in coming  days.

Keep writing, keep dreaming, have heart

And please fight censorship.

Today will never come again

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jan• 07•25

Summer Afternoon, Asher Brown Durand

Today will never come again. Thomas Merton

Merton was an American Trappist monk, activist, and poet who died in 1968.  He was only 52 when he died and his death has raised questions that he was possibly murdered because of his anti-war activism. But his brief observation on a summer afternoon is a good reminder about relishing every day. And using every day.

My father died last week and his last days were hard, his absence a painful new reality, even though he was more than ready to leave his failing body. He’s the last of four deaths that have happened in the past five months. I keep writing down the mix of emotions and memories I’ve been going through in the past few months because grief has never been so consuming.

I wrote and mailed a lot of Christmas cards in December and crossed off more names on my list because they’ve left the planet. Meanwhile, yesterday Photograph of Thomas Merton by John Howard Griffin. Used with Permission of the Merton Legacy Trust and the Thomas Merton Center.a deep, summer-blue sky enrobed the skies that had been so overcast lately, and it was vast and endless, and sapphire. I was outdoors pulling apart a cedar garland to recycle as a friend chopped up the recently bespangled spruce. The garland had draped around my door and was wound with two kinds of lights and while it’s a hard to extinguish seasonal magic, the newness of the year is also settling in more. Especially since afterward we walked then visited a food cart pod.

And then watched two episodes of the phenomenal first season of Deadwood. It requires a tolerance for salty language and corpses and exquisitely villainous scoundrels, but oh the Shakespearean heights and impeccable acting. It’s based on real-life denizens like the hard-drinking Calamity Jane and Wild Bill Hickock, but also some of the first movers and shakers and the thousands drawn to the richest gold strike in the country’s history.

The attention to detail is breathtaking –think lawless roads of near-impassable mud and layers of realism, down to every shoe, stocking, pair long johns, mustache, and appropriately greasy-haired citizens and pasty-faced smallpox sufferers.

So now to face 2025 with resolve, practicality, and gratitude.

Because every day is obviously a gift. Every day a chance to spread some light, make someone laugh, create art, tell stories, hold up your part of the world.

Keep writing, keep dreaming, have heart

 

A new year dawns…

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jan• 01•25

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What are you going to do with the precious hours and days, months and seasons ahead?

What is your plan to bolster your creativity? Engage deeply with your writing?

No matter that we face uncertainty, we can still believe in ourselves. Pause for wonder. Nurture curiosity. Practice everyday artful living.

No matter that divisiveness is served up daily, that corruption is dressed up as revolution; we can connect, talk to neighbors who hold opposing views. Yet we need not hang with people who make our souls weary.

And no matter who lives in OUR White House or if Nazis and fascists are gaining influence around the world, we can build healthy alliances.

No matter that domestic terrorists want us to feel scared and unsafe, we need not cower. We can find sanctuary.

No matter that oligarchs scheme for  more wealth and power, we can seek what really matters to each of us.

No matter that the media is ignoring what needs to be revealed or exposed, we can bear witness, voice our truths.

We can choose light over darkness.

We can  remain enchanted by life as we stubbornly forge a path forward.

 

And I thank you with a full heart for reading my books, stopping by, and carrying the torch.

Artist: Tatiana Peterson

Wishing a beautiful Christmas and Hannukah to all who celebrate

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Dec• 25•24

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Wishing you a beautiful Solstice

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Dec• 21•24

trees covered with snow during daytime