Word by Word

Practical insights for writers from Jessica P Morrell

It’s a Calling, Margaret Atwood

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Sep• 08•24

It’s not a profession, this track you’re on. It’s a vocation – a calling. There’s no pension plan, there are no guarantees, and there’s no magic potion. What you’ve chosen to do is brave and risky, but it’s also necessary – increasingly necessary as we move into a future for which no one, right now, has a convincing blueprint. You’ll be taking the ancient, ancient human language and its songs and stories that have been passed down to you  changing as you they go;  and through inspiration and hard work that will in turn  be moulded by their time,  as everything we’ve done is and has been; and then you’ll pass these forms on in your turn, if we’re lucky. If we are all very lucky.

~ Margaret Atwood, speech to the Whiting Foundation

 

Stories are Like Life Rafts

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Sep• 05•24

Autumn is whispering to me. It  reached 92 today and 100 is forecast for tomorrow, but regardless of the coming temperatures, the seasonal change is beginning around here with burnished colors. Last week I camped–in a tent–and woke early with the temperature a brisk 46 degrees. Unfortunately, campfires aren’t allowed now in Oregon parks because of the risk of wildfires. The woods near the Clackamas River smelled of the coming season, musty and earthy. The night sky impossibly dark, the quiet deep.

Yesterday I listened to Maura Conlon’s new podcast, Orginal Belonging. Specifically I listened to Episode 4, Primal  Belongings and I simply need to recommend it to writers and creatives everywhere.  Conlon is the author of the marvelous memoir, FBI Girl, How I Learned to Crack My Father’s Code…With Love about growing up in a family where her father was an FBI agent. It’s also been turned into a screenplay. She’s fascinated with the primal nature of our creativity and holds a doctorate in Depth Psychology. In this six-part series she poses the question: What made you come alive in your first 14 years that reveals the essence of who you are?

The episode begins with the whistle of a tea kettle–a sound I hear every morning. Conlon imgines it’s a sound her grandmother heard in County Clare, Ireland more than a century ago. She explains that she’s passionate about the primal nature of our creativity which allows us to  connect with ourselves and the sacred web of life.

The episode then launches into an origin story, tracing her creativity when she’s 14 or 15 and discovers sewing as a creative outlet and early feminine sovereignty. But first she tracks when she got her period, the awkwardness of her changing body, and an uncomfortable conversation and show-and-tell with her mother. I was brought back to my own memories of being 13  and my own encounter with my mother into this passage into womanhood.

Conlon is urging listeners to search out their early life-defining experiences which offer timeless inspiration, resilience, and a through-thread for their lives. A key to their truest potential. She said, “We’re born to be creative. We’re born to play. We’re hardwired.”

I was called to this particular episode when I learned author Kristin Kaye was going to be her guest. Kristin is a former student and client and a magical being. I can still remember when I first met her in a workshop group I was leading. Maybe you’ve met  women who have that goddess quality and mystique including a rare wisdom and depth. I’ve never forgotten her–or her profound connection to trees.

Kaye was first introduced as an author, meditation teacher, founder of Story Alchemy an online writing lab, conduit. She’s a ghostwriter and author of  Iron Maidens: The Most Awesome Female Muscle in the World and a novel, the award-winning Tree Dreams.

It was delightful to hear her voice as she traced her childhood memories from her suburban wanderings near a small creek to a family cabin amid wooded landscapes. Recollections of a step-grandfather who wrote poetry on birch bark and left the poems for her grandmother.  Kaye always had an active imagination, including completing her Saturday cleaning chores against background music which turned into a natural inclination to perform and love of theater.

As for Tree Dreams, it’s a coming-of-age story with a 17-year-old protagonist torn between two realities–with old growth trees at its center. While researching her novel, Kaye took part in a ‘tree sit’ in a giant redwood tree for four days with the help of Earth First members, the environmental activist organization. They were tree sitting to save a grove of ancient redwoods.  She describes how she climbed 100 feet up a rope–no easy feat– especially since she was encouraged not to touch the tree as she hoisted her body upward. She went on to describe the small platform she occuped along with supplies and a kind of dream catcher–a net between two branches (10 stories up or more). She slept in this net as the tree swayed and waved and felt the constant motion of the tree and world. Needless to say it was life-changing.

The sounds of the forest permeate the episode as it concludes and I want to quote Kristin: Stories are like life rafts. They sustain us, allow us to hope and remember inspiration. And sharing them, sharing stories, sharing poems, sharing visions, sharing experiences, we’re giving each other gifts in ways that we don’t fully understand.

Keep writing, keep dreaming, have heart

 

September

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Sep• 02•24

photo credit Nikolett Emmert

Leaving Home, Portals and Thresholds

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Aug• 24•24

After a fabulous thunderstorm last weekend, the weather quieted and more  rain arrived, a rarity in August. Be still my grateful heart. I’ve even kept my windows open all day a few times. I’m gardening in the mornings and battling moles–and if  I might add, they are worthy adversaries.

During the last heat wave I drove into Portland twice in the same day–in the morning for a lovely breakfast and hangout with a former neighbor who is heading off to her freshman year in college. Since she’s an athlete she enrolled early and among many topics we covered, we talked about keeping a toolbox of coping mechanisms handy in case she feels overwhelmed, stuck,  or scared. Because transitions can be tough. And leaving home can be scary as many of us know.

If you write fiction, you’re often penning a tale about a character who is somehow leaving home. Or crossing through a fateful threshold early in the story whereafter life is vastly different.  It’s an iconic literary device dramatically employed in fantasy fiction such as The Chronicles of Narnia series or the Harry Potter books where the main characters are whisked to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But thresholds are used in all genres because story people need to enter into new physical and emotional territory in order to meet obstacles, overcome demons–some from within–and grow.

Thresholds or portals can be the starting point for a quest, take  many forms, and sometimes feature a barrier such as crossing a river, or a country’s border, descending below the earth, soaring into the heavens, or climbing a mountain. Journeys are often featured with long-ago  travels such as Larry McMurtry’s  Western epic and Pulitzer-prize winning Lonesome Dove or contemporary road trips such as in the 2004 film Sideways.  But there’s always a change in circumstance: arriving at boot camp, the first day of school, moving into a new town, starting a new job such as in The Devil Wore Prada based on Lauren Weisberger’s novel. Often the protagonist chooses to leave such as Luke Skywalker leaving the planet, but just as often they’re reluctant to leave.

Coroline

Coroline

In the spooky tale Coraline, based on a Neil Gaiman novel,  the main character 11-year-old Coroline Jones has just moved to Portland, Oregon with her busy parents. And things are just plain weird from the get-go. Because when characters pass through a threshold they’re typically wobbly. While exploring her new home Coraline discovers a tiny door and once she crawls through a tunnel she crosses into a parralel universe filled with creepy dopplegangers. Actually, they don’t seem creepy at first.

Naturally there are also stories where protagonists don’t stray far, but most are wrested from their ordinary life to be challenged and can end up in some kind of hell. It’s a penitentiary  in Stephen King’s The Shawshank Redemption.  Actually the full title of the novella is Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption.

The story is based around banker Andy Dufresne who has been sentenced for murdering his wife and sent to Shawshank State Prison. Problem is, he’s innocent. Andy’s first days and weeks are terrifying and violent. But he finds his way into the prison community by helping fellow  inmates with their taxes. This is turn leads him to work for the greedy, corrupt warden and landing a cushy job as head of the prison library. King deftly weaves in a thematic thread as Andy builds an extraordinary resource for the prisoners, including music. Themes of persistence and hope build toward a powerful ending featuring Andy escaping through another portal–a sewage pipe. He painstakingly carved the tunnel with a  hammer over 20 years of chipping away. His escape a dramatic reversal of fortune if there ever was one.

An uncommon, extraordinary portal  is a thing of beauty.

Returning to my going-away breakfast and “I believe in you” good-byes,  I drove home heading east with Mt. Hood looming ahead, the sky hazy from wildfire smoke. Later amid baking, cruel tempertures I drove back into Portland  during rush hour which meant crawling along  in slow-moving traffic as the region felt baked and choked and forever changed by climate change. Sometimes the world just feels apocalyptic, doesn’t it? EVen if the root word in apocalypse, comes from the Greek meaning  revelation, to uncover, lay bare.

But speaking of a dystopian world, I met friends in a delightful wine shop, Blackbird Wine and spent a few hours catching up and talking about books, including I Cheerfully Refuse by the astounding Leif Enger. I’m going to plug it again here, because it’s one of my favorite stories and can teach writers so much. In fact, our get-together was based on discussing Enger’s technniques and choices at every level. It’s also the ultimate story about leaving home –in a rickety sailboat, and begins on the shores of Lake Superior in a small town, Icebridge.

The tale is set in a grim future time where 16 families called ‘astronauts’ control all the news, clean water, mineral rights, prisons, satellites, and ships. It’s a world where bookstores receive bomb threats and a main characer, the unforgettable Lark–SO aptly named–owns a bookstore. Pandemics have winnowed the population. Indentured servitude is back. Weird drugs, I mean “compliance therapetics ” keep the worker bees in line. Suicide is rampant.

But if you’re not a fan of dystopian tales or possible future horrors, fear not. First, the story is deeply affecting. It’s about a great love and Rainey, or Ranier, is one of the most delightful protagonists you’ll ever encounter. A near-giant, a bass player, he and his beloved wife Lark have managed to carve out a sweet existence surrounded by real community. Then there’s nine-year-old Sol, an orphan worthy of her own tale, who becomes Rainey’s traveling buddy. Much to his surprise.

A clever subplot involves a mysterious book and author. While the world building is brilliant, the characters steal your heart. Good people face off against bad people, weather threatens the vulnerable vessel,  but mostly it’s  about human connections, seeking impossible answers and solace, and trying to outrun grief.

And, naturally, because it contains a watery journey and unknown territory, falling into new, unthinkable dangers, facing unanticipated   hardships and a seeming desperate fate. Speaking of outrunning, Rainey is being pursued by one of those afore-mentioned astronauts. A villain for the ages.

Back to our gathering–we talked about the ever-dramatic Lake Superior the story’s setting; it’s enomormity and dangers and eccentricities. Not to mention sometimes spooky replete with shipwrecks and corpses bobbing to the surface, most long dead. I tried to describe how I  fell under the heady spell of the story and Enger’s artful word sorcery. One friend mentioned how Enger can make a single sentence completely explain a character. I recalled a sentence that defines Sol’s realization that Griff isn’t the hero she remembered, more con than grandpa figure. And not only did he tell whoppers, but he never shut up.  “The longer he talked, the more she looked anywhere except at him.”

The story features a series of coastal portals and surprises and a darkly drawn world you’ll never forget–and will want to avoid because it seems possible. It’s a story to reread and savor the gorgeous language, but also because it’s filled with hope.

If you outline long fiction you might want to list the thresholds in your stories. Do they propel your protagonists into deeper trouble, creating  the most interesting adventures of their lifetimes? Do these crossings force them to fight hard for every win and sane moment?

Using The Hunger Games as an example, I’ve also covered this topic here.

Keep dreaming, keep writing, have heart

By the way I visited the Laika {an Oregon based, stop-motion animation studio} exhibition at the Portland Art Museum and saw many Coroline artifacts and all sorts of wonders. The intricay!  That pink Victorian! I heartily reccomend this exhibit if it ever travels your way. But it’s also the film’s 15th anniversary so might be playing on a big screen near you.

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Aug• 23•24

You could be writing the book that changes  your life. The spark could be starting a fire for you as well. You don’t know, and you can’t know. That is the thrill of being an artist, of working for yourself, and of telling the stories you want to tell.

Don’t give up.

~ Brandon Sanderson

Blue Sturgeon Moon Wonderings

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Aug• 19•24

Full Moon composite

I was moon gazing last night because I couldn’t sleep so plunked down on my front steps looking up at it’s pearly face and endless mystery. I’d recently returned a manuscript and memo to a client and so my thoughts drifted to her story and characters. And just for fun, I imagined Kate the protagonist sitting in her lakeside home gazing up at the same moon though we were separated by many miles. Yes, this makes me sound a bit nutty, but I’ve been collaborating on this series for more than ten years, so I wasn’t surprised I could easily imagine Kate’s enjoyment of the moonglow.

Besides, I’m still considering the power of her latest story. The places where it’s really connecting to the reader and building toward the climax and also the climax of the long series that’s happening in a future novel.  Some days –and don’t-sleep-well-during-a-full-moon nights–when my clients’ stories are living in me, I’m simply having a wonderful time. And some days I’m unraveling thorny puzzles.

As we know good stories connect us, sustain us, push us beyond our skin and lives.  And I’ve been swimming in stories lately–reading more than one book at a time, though I’m now reading Marian KeyesMy Favourite Mistake. It’s the seventh book in a series about a sprawling Irish family and I’m in book love. And recommend it heartily even though I’m halfway through.

And I’ve been writing a lot lately, dabbling some days, making progress on others. I’ve been refining the voice I’m using in my current work. And have been ping-ponging around, examining other writers’ voices, analyzing how they’ve made them memorable. Amid this I’m expanding my word lists–I have many–with the kind of excitement I reserve for the Christmas holidays.  I’m having a blast and hope your writing is going well too.

Also hoping you’re always analyzing and evaluating writing even as you’re enjoying it–or maybe your method is to simply read for enjoyment and then allow the whole story to wander amid your thoughts once you’ve reached the end. Heaven knows my head is full of stories.

Back to this bodacious moon. When Macolm Gladwell’s Outliers: The Story of Success was published it introduced a  newish concept about expertise. According to Gladwell and a study done by Herbert Simon and William Chase, mastery is achieved after about 10,000 hours of effort. Or practice, if you will.  Ever since I’ve heard this figure it has niggled at me.

Over the years I’ve come to question it because I’ve read too many authors whose first book was brilliant. Known writers who stumbled into success early in their careers.  Known many people who were clearly born artists or musicians or marvels. People who were fabuously successful  long before they logged in thousands of hours.  On the other hand, I know athletes and artists and musicians who have logged in countless hours of practice.

Ten thousand is such a finite number.  Where do prodigies fit into this equation? So here’s a short piece that adds more dimension to this question. What do you think?

Since you’ve stopped by here, you know the power of persistence. Of firm routines and habits. Of training your brain to overcome resistance. {Isn’t it fun how persistence and resistance rhyme?}

This leads me to the marvelous photo at the top of this post. Italian school teacher and astrophotographer Marcella Guila Pace  spent 10 years photographing full moons to assemble this montage. Here’s a link that explains more about her process.

Pace also explains that it doesn’t take 10 years to photograph this many colors of the moon. She also says,  “There’s something magnetic about the photo and I get daily compliments about it from around the world. It’s really important to me that it carries a message of respect for all forms of life. To live in harmony we need to be aware that it’s not just fellow man that is our neighbor, but that all forms of life are on this eternal path with us. It’s a path that’s isn’t a circle with a man in the center, but a spiral that’s constantly evolving.”

Isn’t this marvelous?

Keep writing, keep dreaming, have heart

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Aug• 16•24

Secrets are the enduring motor that make fiction run: what you aren’t telling me, what I’m keeping from you, what the neighbors know about the love affair. ~ Rebecca Makkai

August–how are you going to spend your one wild and precious life?

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Aug• 02•24

 

The Summer Day

….I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be  idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doen’t everything die at last , and too soon?

Tell what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? ~ Mary Oliver,

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jul• 24•24

As this world becomes increasingly ugly, callous and material it needs to be reminded that the old fairy stories are rooted in truth, that the imagination is of value, that happy endings do, in fact, occur, and the blue spring mist that makes an ugly street look beautiful is just as real a thing as the street itself. ~ Elizabeth Goudge

Reminder that Wonder is Everywhere

Written By: Jessica Morrell - Jul• 19•24

This is a closeup of a dragonfly wing shortly after emerging, phographed by Kelly Jean Rebar. Be on the look out…

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