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Narrative Craft…

Narrative Craft Monday!! Caution, this blog can be habit-forming

“I want hard stories, I demand them from myself. Hard stories are worth the difficulty. It seems to me the only way I have forgiven anything, understood anything, is through that process of opening up to my own terror and pain and reexamining it, re-creating it in the story, and making it something different, making it meaningful – even if the meaning is only in the act of telling.” – DOROTHY ALLISON


Dorothy Allisons strives to tell “the emotional truth of people’s lives, not necessarily the historical truth.”


I have a lot of experience with the writing process. Then one day I put down my pen and declared “Never Again.” Two years later, I pick the pieces up, realizing that I am nothing without my pen. Creation of a character, the pores of atmosphere, the cause of action or delay in action – this facilitates purpose. 

This blog provides me a file cabinent of storage room to write about what I experience, except the Pulitzer Prize winning novel is not going to describe a cathargic hippie. (OR will TRIM be that book? lol.) What I’m trying to get at is it’s not about the arbituary experiences that sum up moments, but about the actions that sum up the moment that changed your life forever.

It’s great exercize to write about what you know – but some writers fear this advice limits your imagination. Having suffered from a severe case of writer’s bloc, writing about personal experiences can be uplifting and theraputic. (Check that out on Poets & Writers, search “Writing therapy.”) It’s useful to keep a blog or a journal where you can record daily observations. I think your journal would be best kept in first person, it’s an honest light to write from. When you go to write about something that’s already happened, keep it to 100 word minimum. In essense, what have you summarized? A boring trip to the mall, or did you discover something that you really care about, like Rue 21’s spiked heels. Don’t they speak about performing your sexuality in this 21st centuary?

“Forget Inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won’t. Habit is persistence in practice.” OCTAVIA BUTLER

Every character has motives. When you write about yourself, you’re motions are sparked by your Emotions. What do you want? What makes you sad? What changed you?

To my readers who are trying to get a leg up on the fiction pedestal, try this great exercize a few times this week:


We’re going to take a little seed and plant it in the ground. Take an experience from one of the following and write a passage about it. Then write one page of a story.

– an early memory — an unfounded fear — a scar — a bad haircut — a lawless night — yesterday — a sudden change in a relationship — the loss of a small object — an experience you don’t fully understand


Did you write something? I’d love to read what you wrote, just imagine me as like, an editor friend to give you practical wisdom on the narrative craft. We all deserve to feel good about ourselves, and if writing makes you happy, please share. Like the page. And keep updated for posts, especially on Monday’s, where I’ll share exclusive tips on the narrative craft.


Thanks for reading! love always, S.S.






“You manifest y…

Can I successfully explain this man full of light that I met by fate? It was a coincidence that I was on my way to travel 3000 miles back home. It was a coincidence that he loved nature like me. On our hour long drive to the bus station Tiger, he introduced himself, shared stories of his life in Hawaii. “The chief always eats last. A great king will make sure his people are fed first. But ah – what the king will eat! He will have a great feast.” He sang a song about Trinity County that he wrote for someone special. “You’ll find me, in Trin-ee-tee.”

I was amazed by this man’s profound faith. He was such a positive spirit. He was explaining how he would build a salmon house and leave it up, with the tools, so someone else who walks his path can utilize it to catch and eat good fish.

I said sheepishly, “You uh, you have a lot of faith. I mean, you walk in it.”

“You hit the nail on the head! That’s what my name means.” Not Tiger. He was referring to his long hawaiin name I can’t pronounce. Then he went on to tell me that his strong faith

in the power of beautiful nature will help it flourish, and help the world flourish. I agreed, admitting, “By taking care of the earth, her metabolism, in effect, we help our metabolism. Gardens were created as little paradises, not only to serve physical needs of man, but spiritual needs too.”

He was grateful to meet me. It was meant to be to sit beside a man called faith, NOT FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING. He told me I could create beautiful things, just plant a heirloom seed. How different would life be, if we respected the people we meet this way? With respect and appreciation for its existence, would we gain a better insight on how to respect and appreciate ourselves?

And taking his advice, do you realize how important your thoughts are?