Into Darkness

I sit in the stupor of the yard of darkness.

The only sound is the ticking of a six dollar Walmart clock.

My dog is snoring in her cage.

I get lost in the reflection of my mom’s chair in the glass.

Why is the dark beyond the reflection so intimidating?

Because it hides what is there?

Like everything else in life that I fear.

Running from the absence.

It is the same with eyes closed or open.

I am still, to old and tired to run.

I will open the patio door and suck in the still.

Walking to meet intimidation in ten dollar shoes.

 

 

 

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With the opening of a drawer…

I was in an antique store this week and saw a section of an old library card index system. It was worn oak with brass knobs which had place holders to insert the indexing for each drawer. The smell from the opened drawer was a mix of deteriorating wood and musty paper. I remember going to the library as a kid and pulling a step stool up to look things up in the “A” drawer on top. The cross-referencing of title, subject, and author to another drawer always intrigued me. For some reason, I always had to test that the cross-referenced card would be there when I looked but it was always there. Jack London, The Call of the Wild, action adventure-fiction. Each drawer I went to referenced another drawer as promised.

I remembered the card file “gatekeeper.” She seemed to me to be ancient with her gray hair and black military glasses. She left a chemical and lotion scent as she walked away like a laced formaldehyde trail. Always in earshot of the card files, as you inched out a drawer you heard, “Do you need help?” It always scared the bejesus out of me like a ghost in the closet. I knew she would be there but she always caught me off guard.  I thanked her and assured her (with a ten year old’s command of language) that I could find what I was looking for and I  received a stern warning  not to remove the cards from the file. I found it funny that I saw her daily removing cards from that file and pulling books from shelves. Later I found out that she pulled the cards and books when they were leaving the floor to be discarded. I guessed there was a sort of a book cemetery in that basement with a  beat up old card file holding all those bent and beat up cards until their time was really up.  The books were lined on unpainted shelves in quietly darkened rooms.Were the words in those books no good any more? Was the paper in them to weak to be turned any longer?

Papered cards and files no longer set in rows in the library alcove. Now, you enter the library and go to computers and tap in the author’s name, subject or title, and the screen fills with dozens or hundreds of options to choose from. It lists books available and one’s that are not. The screen shows all the same information as the card files did and more. The type is clear and legibly static on the page with a picture of the book you want. I miss the surprise of not knowing whether the book had an engraved gold leaf cover or a sewn binding on a shelf. The old card files sometimes had fingerprints, smudge marks, and writing that was not always legible. The print was different on some cards, and the pens used were thick or thin, black ink or number two pencil lead. The writing sometimes shaky and lazy or uniform and crisp. These subtle differences in each catalog card reminded me of all the hours put in by men and women who respected books. In one way or another their efforts and focus on organizing the work of so many authors made my trip to the library a treasure hunt. In a split second of looking at vintage furniture, with the swift opening of a cracked oak drawer, after inhaling a musty odor,  I recalled a decade of happy times spent in the book stacks at the local library.

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Perspective

Tonight, having had a bad day, I went to the movies alone. I often find escaping to a theatre, lights low, music loud, allows me to escape momentarily from things I don’t want to think about in my own life.  In this case, I sat and watched the movie “Argo” unfold. I was transported back to the seventies, with the pork chop sideburns, the bell bottoms, polyester suits, and large collared shirts.  The late seventies held my transition into puberty and many scenes on television of the middle east burning the American flag and parading American citizens around Tehran blindfolded. The Iran Hostage crisis new reels were not just a history lesson for me as it was for some in the theatre tonight. I remember it vividly. I remember questioning for the first time why I was hated because I was American when I thought it was the best place in the world. Politics were not as important to me as who I sat with on the bus in the morning. I had sugar on my cocoa wheats and all seemed right from my side of the world. Yet, on television we saw women covered in sheets and men with beards screaming obscenities about our country. The 52 hostages were paraded in front of cameras to show the power of the rebellious Iranian students. I felt an anger rising toward a cultural group, much like they had voiced toward us. The lines were being drawn and I was not sure why, but knew what side of the line I was on.  Eight service men died trying a failed rescue attempt, and their bodies were paraded unmercifully  in front of cameras in spectacle. Yes, in my mind the line was drawn that day. I had enemies for the first time.

My enemy was targeted, but Argo was a little off the mark. Argo is not completely accurate, filled with dramatic and creative non-fiction about the staging of the rescue. However, the story of the six that got out, with the efforts of the Canadians and a few of our CIA operatives after a few months hidden in Tehran, was dramatically told.  The script was engaging, the action was tense, and the dramatic scenes broke me out in a sweat as I waited on the edge of my seat for the six to barely escape capture.  It was not a story that I knew much about. The 52 hostages had taken center stage, and the Canadians took the credit for the escape of the early six. Regardless of the accuracy, this movie not only brought a real life tension to an incredible story, but it allows for many who may not have been alive at this time to view a small part of a bigger story of cultural and social tensions still very much alive today.

Tensions are still high between Iran and America. Although, I cannot say that I still feel any bold hatred for a people who have known many hundreds of years of war and poverty.  Only one year ago, two American hikers were released from Iran after being held for two years because they wondered across the wrong border.  The incidents and the tensions will not likely ever cease between the middle east and the U.S.  This picture forces the public to re-evaluate our citizens roles in effecting foreign politics, our roles as Americans in electing our government leaders, and our roles as citizens in our democracy.  It is appropriate that I saw this movie today, the day before elections.  It is appropriate that I saw this movie the same day as some bad news was received from the IRS regarding an audit. However large we see our personal problems, they are not as big as the world’s problems. I will take an audit any day of the week versus living in a war torn country where I cannot speak my mind, where I have to keep my head covered, where I cannot speak against government leaders without risking harm to my family or myself.  So, no matter what your taste in politics, vote. Vote because YOU CAN.

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Free Writing Workshops

Beginning in November – Free Writing Workshops in Columbus, Indiana

Saturday, November 17, 2012 – Bartholomew County Library Computer Lab

10 am to 12:30 pm

Thursday, November 29, 2012 – Bartholomew County Library Meeting Rm 3

6 pm – 8 pm

Saturday, December 1, 2012 – Bartholomew County Library Computer Lab

10 am – 12:30 pm

Saturday, December 8, 2012 – Bartholomew County Library – Conference Room

10 am – 12:30 pm

EACH CLASS WILL HAVE A DIFFERENCE FOCUS ON CREATIVE WRITING: Character development, plot, building suspense, mystery, romance, and writing for different genres.

If you are interested in signing up for any of these workshops, please email me to reserve your place as seating is limited.

EMAIL: sherry@traylorwritingservicescenter.com

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Building a New Business

This is certainly a difficult road to choose, the one of building your own business versus working for someone else. Little sleep, little money, and lots of effort in networking to build a client base. Most of my real writing work comes very late at night and into the early morning hours. The world is sleeping, including my dog, and I get to tap tap away on the keyboard, correcting, proofreading, and offering editing comments to clients who are fast asleep.

I have spent little time lately on my fiction writing while I am busy reading and editing for others. However, I still enjoy what I do very much. The creativity involved allows for more of my unique qualities to shine. I go out and take photographs when the sun comes up, or late at night when shadows prevail. My photographs are liked for some book cover designs and that is also a thrilling passion to fulfill.  Creation of art and meaningful words will likely always fill up my heart, no matter how late I work, or how few clients I have, the words will still fill my journals every night.

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At the Columbus Writer’s Conference 2012

I am in the Crump Theatre, historic 1800s theatre in downtown Columbus, Indiana. My vendor table is set up right by the bathroom, advertising my Traylor Writing Services Center editing service.  So, I literally catch visitors coming and going. I have many give aways and workshop sign-up options for my visitors. As I sit here listening to speakers and waiting on interested passersby, I think about the days I sat behind a desk charting in patient charts.  I would begin by documenting the orientation of my patient to person, place and time. In writing, I demonstrate the ordinary life, time and place of the main character of the story.  In nursing documentation you must chart the patient’s physical characteristics and head to toe account of health or injury. In writing, the author must offer an account of the physical characteristics unique to the character. The relationship between writing a book and nursing documentation are not so far removed that a likeness cannot be found.

All writing requires showing the reader an image through words. Nursing is very visual and requires the ability to recognize the normal from the unusual in a patient’s health and well-being. A nurse should be able to relay that information through accurate and detailed documentation so other healthcare providers can follow up on changes and recognize any unwanted patient illnesses. Writing a book requires no less detailed documentation of character description, scene, or setting.  The only real difference in writing for nursing versus a book would be that nursing documentation requires strict adherence to facts with little flourish of descriptive adjectives for artful flow.

Listening to the learned speakers of the conference as they wrap-up their monologues and people drift down the halls, I have the urge to document the swagger of each character into a journal. Creating a written image of the day, and of the people.

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The final product

When is the product you create really finished? It is hard to say for me.  Everytime I read something I have created, I find a way to change it, or squeeze it, or peel off a layer, or add a spice here or there. I have a hard time letting go of a story, just like boxes of clothes in my basement that do not fit. 

There have been times that I finish a work and brush it off, not having really liked the experience while writing it.  These are usually assigned pieces which require little dramatic flare and little individual “voice.”  Writing for a living is not always going to be fun, or meet the creative need to express my point of view.  It will sometimes feel like a chore to meet the bills. However, I would not go back to nursing, or any other clock-in job for any reason.  I love what I do and love the freedom it allows me. In what other job can you use your mind to share words that can create emotion and influence action?

 

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Brown County State Park

Brown County State Park

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August 21, 2012 · 11:43 pm

College Classes and Writing Conferences

I have been in school taking classes for the better part of my life. First, in secretarial school; second, in nursing; and now, as a senior (in more ways than one) taking my last four classes to complete a Bachelors Degree in English Literature. College in my forties has been quite a struggle as my mind does not work as fast as it used to. However, I have found that analyzing text and comprehension of complex text has become much easier for me than it was twenty years ago. I have also been spending my not so excess funds on going to writing workshops and conferences in Indiana and surrounding states. I have come to the conclusion that the money is very well spent.  I have never walked away from any conference without some new insights or skills related to writing as a career.  Networking with other writers, bending the ear of publishers, and asking questions of experienced editors, has given me more –real world- useable information than I have received in college.

Don’t misunderstand that I exclude a college education from importance in developing skills as a writer and editor. On the contrary, the student will get out of college as much as they are willing to invest of themselves into it.  The student must be willing to listen, ask questions, and be present physically and mentally in the subject they wish to study long term. This includes joining clubs related to subject and even volunteering. The truth is that the student has to expand what they learn outside of the required classes in order to succeed in a career based on their academic subject.

While academia has its flaws of requiring unrelated subject matter to pad the requirements and raise the cost of student education, it also serves an important purpose.  If you can survive and succeed the rigors of a four-year college education and learn patience and communication skills along the way, you will more than likely have much more of a chance at success in life than those who chose to walk-away before holding the degree in hand.

The great thing about writing conferences and workshops for writers is that they do not require a long term commitment. These activities only celebrate and enhance the skills you seek to master. However, just like school, you will get out of it what you put into it.  If your attitude is such that you already know the information so you don’t need to hear it again, then you will gain nothing from the workshop even if a few facts spoken might offer a new and profound perception to old information.  So, taking any schooling or workshops may offer a writer not only a new perspective on your chosen career, but also can offer you a fresh perception on living.

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Forward, Preface, Introduction, or Prologue?

There continues to be confusion with some students of writing of how to begin their books.  First, the “novel” is usually a work of fiction. It usually is not preceded by a “preface,” but is often preceded by a “foreword” or “prologue.”

The Foreword:  It sells the book to the reader, explains what the reader might gain from the work, and is often written by a critic or another author.  You often see forewords in republished older works, written by current authors or scholars.

The Preface:  It describes how the book came about.  Written by the author, it demonstrates credibility.  It may describe source information and may give credit to those assisting in the creation of the book.

The Introduction:  It gives a chronicle of  the content of the book, structure, or references used in compiling of the book.  It may also contain acknowledgements. This is usually less formal content than a preface.

The Prologue:  It is most often used in fiction work to present a dramatic scene or event with a main character involved.  It is sometimes used as a “hook” to encourage readers.

There are no hard and fast rules to follow as an author. However, publishers and agents tend to lean toward standards set forth by successful authors.  The above definitions have been compiled from research of creditable authors, writing services, and college academics.  (Purdue Owl, Harvard University Writing Theories, IUPUI Writing Center)

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