I am happy to be participating in another Blog-A-Licious blog hop, a diverse group of bloggers writing about the same subject at the same time. What’s not to love? Make the rounds: the stop before me is Janki http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com/ and the stop following me is Thelma http://widowsphere.blogspot.com/. Check them out – the whole list is at the end of this post.
Writing to me is about discovery. When I learned my letters, knowing they made sounds that created meaning, I developed relationships with them. S was fun. R was strong, (since it stood on two feet), while O was liable to do anything. The vowels seemed like a club to me, friends who made things happen. Q could not be trusted. Z was a dashing wild card, scarce but a fire starter.
Learning to read and then to write, to put words together into sentences and then combine sentences into stories or to express my ideas, was of paramount importance, in part because my sister, eighteen months older than I, was in school before me and I was jealous. When I was an adolescent, trying to define who I was and interested in being a writer, I read widely and made a game of trying to write in the style of authors I admired. I felt eager, and had confidence in my ability to write.
When a student teacher, a mentor, responded to my spoken goal of being a famous writer by telling me that there were no famous women writers, I knew he was wrong. Louisa May Alcott came to my mind immediately. No, I was told, she was a children’s writer and did not count. The conversation went pretty much as you would expect from there.
Discouraged, I decided to concentrate on art, since happily married women painters lived on either side of our family home. I could envision myself in that role, one I went on to inhabit. The ambition to be a writer receded, though my relationship to letters and words continued, through letterpress printing. I incorporated text into my work, setting the letters one at a time and inking them up. The magic of printing only reinforced my sense of the alphabet as animated, sentient.
But the urge to write and to tell stories never disappeared and now I am once again working at it. The discovery of my own stories and how to tell them is an ongoing labor. I no longer think about fame, or even about money. If I am lucky enough to keep my day job, I don’t aim to quit it. I have recovered some of my eagerness, and slowly, confidence in the writing. All those hours in the studio have helped me at the desk. The intimacy of handling the metal letters and building words physically has had its effect. Everything counts. Everything matters.
And there are tons of successful women writers, famous and otherwise. Oh, yes.
1. Paula – http://hardlineselfhelp.com/
2. Stuart – http://bornstoryteller.wordpress.com/
3. Karen – http://karenvwasylowski.blogspot.com/
4. DK Levick – http://dklevick.wordpress.com/
5. Shannon – http://reflectionandreview.com/
6. Corinne – http://www.everydaygyaan.com/
7. Sonia – http://soniarumzi.com/
8. Sulekha – http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/
9. Dora – http://peacefrompieces.blogspot.com/
10. Sarah – http://sarahbutland.com/blog/
11. Marcia – http://insidejourneys.com/
12. Roy – http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/
13. Janki – http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com/
14. Tina – https://tinahoggatt.wordpress.com/
15. Thelma – http://widowsphere.blogspot.com/
16. Muriel – http://mumugb.blogspot.com/
17. Nolan – http://nolanwilsonfreelance.com/blog
18. Deborah – http://www.deborahswift.blogspot.com/
19. Jennifer – http://remembernewvember.blogspot.com/
20. Grace – http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.com/
21. Dora – http://blogaliciousblogs.blogspot.com/