tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post4843970055520760384..comments2023-12-09T00:33:24.572-08:00Comments on Novel Matters: Story is Our Wailing WallBonnie Grovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11377519561074174038noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-85064895854470772082014-08-13T14:18:36.594-07:002014-08-13T14:18:36.594-07:00I wrote for years under the belief that writing wa...I wrote for years under the belief that writing was meant to be something outside of myself, that I was creating fiction characters that had nothing to do with me. Occasionally though I'd catch a glimpse of myself in a character I'd created, and rush to change it, and it scared me so much that I could reveal myself without knowing. Eventually I felt the Lord challenge me to write my own story, which led to the confronting of my deepest fears on the page, and powerful, profound healing. I'm no longer afraid to write characters that may reflect me, or reveal a truth of my personality. I may not ever want to talk about such stuff personally, but through my writing I've made peace with who I am. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-42635186633383043152014-08-13T07:16:14.286-07:002014-08-13T07:16:14.286-07:00In my fiction, I'm a shard. I often wonder wha...In my fiction, I'm a shard. I often wonder what bits of Paint Chips some think are me. I think they would be surprised to know. <br /><br />I have written some non-fiction that was much more obvious. Mostly that was dealing with the death of a friend or loved one. Those pieces make me feel so exposed and at risk. <br /><br />Thank you for sharing this poem, Bonnie. It's beautiful and made me feel not so very alone.Susie Finkbeinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02134090068018561836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-64903682373066012732014-08-13T06:05:46.710-07:002014-08-13T06:05:46.710-07:00Beautiful, Bonnie.
I'm hidden shards, for sur...Beautiful, Bonnie.<br /><br />I'm hidden shards, for sure, except they aren't always so hidden.Sharon K. Souzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02526862677417370076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6360410252358941163.post-91634558558403892412014-08-13T04:09:27.324-07:002014-08-13T04:09:27.324-07:00"A writer never travels to the place she inte..."A writer never travels to the place she intended to go." So true for me! There were emotions in my novel I never intended to feel and yet I found myself sobbing through some scenes. I am a hidden shard person myself, except that mine are more like waves that wash up unexpected items on the shore. I love your post and I've always loved your writing. I was thinking the other day, what a different person I am now that I have finished another manuscript. The process changed me, which was totally unexpected. I had expected to feel the emotions of my characters and I had to work through times when I knew I was holding back, trying to spare them and I realized it was me I was trying to spare. The amazing thing was when I hurt my characters I was the one who was healed. God bless your writing!<br />Suzy Parishhttp://www.suzyparish.comnoreply@blogger.com