I Am NOT Literary

A Writer's Library

When I decided I was going to be a writer, quit my day job and live off the royalty checks from my best seller come box office movies  it came as brutal  smack across my bare arse that my ambition didn’t match my knowledge or skill.  Boohoo times two. I ran to Barnes and Nobel, and dished out a few hundred dollars.  I bought books, dozens of them.  How to’s on everything.  They are lovely books. Each of those books has oodles of tidbits every writer (except me) knew or must know before they can be famous with a movie, a ShowTime series, and a have Wikipedia page written by their Mother.

If I had bothered to read those books, it would be a different confession.   I wouldn’t be self-teaching myself via my daily writing, nor editing my first book on my own-I’d have an editor doing the dirty work–I would have only positive comments on all those books, but I don’t, because  I never got past page nine or ten on any of the books that I bought on the mysterious craft of writing.  They were boring and never made sense to me.  I accepted that I was dumber than dirt.  Like when I am reading lofty literary fiction.  It makes me sleepy reading through one hundred and twelve words when nine would do.

That was another slap to the backside, kick in the gut, upper cut to my chin. I’m not literary.  On a good day, I am vintage Goodwill, or trade.  That realization was like swigging castor oil.  It’s a hard swallow, even if it’s oil and its purpose is to lubricate.  I hated myself for my lack of brilliance, not knowing what a dangling participle was, but worse, how to fix it.  I wanted to die.  I had to learn, had to go to school.  Of too school I went.  My first writing class a fellow student said the best book ever written was Coetzee’s Disgrace; that night on the way home from class I stopped at Barnes to buy it.    I couldn’t wait to turn back the pages of the book and read it.  I held out some crazy hope that if I read it, I would be literary like my classmate.  I didn’t understand what my classmate wrote about, but it was big, and he used words that I had to look up, and there was an abundance of imagery, and he wrote in third person and talked around feelings, and other vague similarities, which confused me, but I knew if read the best book every written, literary would grow on me like a Chia pet grows green fur.  I didn’t grow fur or become literary.

I threw the Disgrace across the room before I hit page forty.  I hated it.  I wallowed in literary self-pity.  I didn’t quit writing, but I was lost in long moment, a year of moments, thousands and thousands of words. I looked for a clue. Why was I un-literary?  Why didn’t I roll around in the opaque stuff like Martin Aims?   How could I be so, so, so nothing but still have a burning desire to write when I couldn’t appreciate what all writers are supposed to be, aspire for, write like.  I loathed myself.  Oh woe is me I wrote to my imaginary lover, the too brilliant genius that read every word I wrote (and never said anything about my dangling participles). “The ten-thousand hour rule, ” he whispered to me one afternoon.  “What…” I panted.  “To be good at anything requires an investment of ten thousand hours….”

After that, I read Stephen King’s memoir on writing. In his words of wisdom, I found peace and I got over everyone else’s prejudices and myself.  Now I write what I want and in my voice.  I don’t give a damn about anyone else.  Even better, is I don’t apologize anymore for my zany voice and POV.

Your favorite book and/or a book you hated but read anyway because you thought it would make you appear literary?

 

First Birthday

It’s my blog-o-versary this month.  I thought about writing something ‘versary worthy but after going back to my earlier posts I  found this one under all the others, dusty and tattered.  It sums up who I am as a writer and remains true after twelve months of blogging,  it seems fitting this should be the post to celebrate my one year.

Thanks kindly for reading, commenting, for sharing your stories with me, and for guiding me with your wisdom and war stories.

Brenda

58 thoughts on “I Am NOT Literary

  1. Hi Brenda,

    I love this.

    My writing journey, like the journeys of many others, has been similar to yours. We have a love of writing and a desire to express that love by learning how to do it better. I can look over to my bookshelves and see an entire section devoted to "how to write" books. A good number of them have been chucked across the room in frustration.

    I've written a manuscript that has long ago been relegated to the bottom of a drawer. I wrote it several years ago. If I read it now I would tell you that some of it was good and some of it was not. There's much to learn about setting scenes properly, crafting dialog, etc., but books and classes can only take us so far. I'm not discounting the importance of having practical knowledge of writing, but I think that the most important thing that we can do is practice.

    The "how to write" crowd — they are everywhere, especially on the internet — can regurgitate the technical aspects of writing faster than we could ever read them, but they won't make us better writers.

    I like the way that you write. Your writing is expressive and your voice is evident. Keep on keepin' on!

    Ray

    • Ray – you are the kindest reader ever.. Yes, it's been such a long journey, this one I am traveling. Oh the stories.. there are so many. I remember my first writing class running home and pouring a glass of wine, swallowing in one gulp… just to calm my jitters and soothe my wounded ego. I must be crazy, because I didn't give up. I won't give up now, the book is finally done, and I am going to give it a go, see if I can get it published.

  2. Happy Anniversary, dear Brenda! You write from your soul, from yourSelf, something no one else can do quite the same…only you. SoOo happy you found that courage inside. SoOo happy you chose to be and share yourSelf, nothing less. You are a true treasure. Wish I could meet you for a glass of wine…and cake, of course:)

  3. Happy blogiversary! Honestly, the best way I learn more about myself as a writer, other than writing, is by reading books like the ones I write. I don’t read a ton of books on craft. I used to, but I didn’t really enjoy reading them. So I stopped. Now I read what I want and I write what I want. Like you. :)

    • It’s been a journey, Kelly. I did buy books, but I confess I’ve hardly looked at them – writing for me is about writing. The more I write the more it makes sense. I know there are rules and some I’ve learned in the editing process with this amazing Editor ( really, a writer with kind heart and gift for editing).. everything comes to me by writing.

  4. k~

    Congratulations on the hours spent Brenda.

    Frankly, I think there are different worlds that people live in… those that are measured by what they know as a collective group, and those that an individual breathes into existence the moment their eyes are open. The heart that is guarded by flesh and bone did not come with instructions on how to use it, or what was “right”, “wrong”, “literary” or not.

    You have words for feelings, words for thoughts, words for the characters that share your life with you, and you put them out for others to see, read, partake in… and they WANT to… that’s writing.

    I’m not sure I’ve ever picked up a book to read with a desire to be seen in a particular manner, but I have picked up a book people of some circles say “You have never read that???”, and attempted to find out what all the hub-bub was about THOSE particular words. Most of the time that book would sit neatly on a shelf for the remainder of it’s time with me, after forcing myself to get through the first chapter. Forcing isn’t worth it to me any more… I have my likes, and once in awhile I am pushed to new heights by a sharing of kindred souls, that KNOWS what I enjoy, and says “Have you read this?”… that’s fun.

    Secret worlds… no matter where or what they are, are no more than egos hoping that they will not be revealed for human consumption. Cloaked in their unique sameness with shadows to confound.

    I enjoy your writing, I have from the first word cluster that I laid my eyes upon, and I continue to come back, because I KNOW I will find more of them scattered on these ethereal walls. Literary? I suppose I am… my choice of words to consume, I chose yours.

  5. Brenda, first of all, Happy Blog-o-versary! I would never have guessed you weren’t literary. You certainly are plenty literate and as far as can tell, a brilliant writer. Maybe you’ve already put in your 10,000 hours. I liked Steven King’s memoir on writing a lot too.

    The writing book I would recommend for you is “If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit” by Brenda Ueland – if you haven’t read it yet. It’s all about valuing your own voice and it’s very encouraging and nurturing. It’s also about being who you are and not worrying about what all the psuedo-intellectuals in your writing class say. Also, she has the same name as you do, and it that’s not a sign I don’t know what is.

    • Hi Carol, I do read a wide variety of books, some speak to me deeply, while others fly write over me as I turn the pages. The last book on the subject of writing was King’s, his said most of what I needed to hear. Thank kindly for the kind words, so delighted to have survived the year in one piece, loved it, and have found other writers/artist like yourself who inspire me all the time. I’ll look up the book you mention, sounds wonderful.

  6. King’s book really got me, it made me actually do something different, he motivated me to act, rather than just absorb.

    Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie, couldn’t finish it, can’t read him – given up trying.

  7. Happy blogoversary Brenda, this is a wonderful achievement!
    As to learning to write, I am of the opinion one either has it or not, just like the same way someone has a musical ear. I know many will disagree, this is just my take.

    • Thanks Elizabeth, a year is a long to write outside of my writer’s journal. It is said that writing can be taught. I think any thing can be taught, whether a person learns is the question. I didn’t take writing work shops to ‘learn how to write’ rather to be familiar with the rules (even though I don’t like them and tend to ignore them, I thought I should now the how-to’s) In the process I met some interesting people, learned a lot, but mostly to stay true to style.

  8. I’m not a Hemingway fan. There, I said it. I know that the man’s words are beloved, but in my view, blech. The mere fact that I use words like ‘blech’ speaks volumes about me, I’m sure, but I’m okay with that.

    When I was a student, I got into a rather heated conversation with a teacher who took offense when I said that I didn’t enjoy The Old Man and The Sea and when he couldn’t convince me to change my stance, threatened to call my mother. Unfortunately for him, he’d yet to meet my mom. ;O)

    She quickly set things straight and told him that although he could reasonably expect me to read and report on any book he assigned, it was definitely outside his authority to demand that I alter my opinions to meet with his–or anyone’s. That was back in elementary school and though I’ve read a very long list of books since then, I’m still inclined to unabashedly like what I like and disregard popular opinion about what does or doesn’t constitute a worthy read.

    Literature is artistic expression and like all forms of art, I believe that its perceived value should rightfully vary as widely as its audience.

    • k~

      Beth, I could not agree more! My mother is an avid fan/reader of Hemingway. I find his voice dry, and void of inspiration. She will argue with me to the ends of the earth, because she feels just the opposite. Some of my favorites she says are “too descriptive”, “too wordy”, but I enjoy them just the same.

      Your last statement says so much… “Literature is artistic expression” and with that it will alter depending on the artist, and viewer alike.
      k~

    • Beth – you had me smiling from ear-to-ear. What we read isn’t always what we write, or what we want to write. At the start of my yellow brick road I didn’t know this, thus the exploration. I’d not have changed the road I traveled and I’ve long stopped admonishing myself if I try to read a ‘every body says this a must read book’ and I don’t like it. For instance, the Time Traveler’s Wife…I’ve tried a few times to read it but my mind always drifts. Go figure. And your final statement about literature .. so very true.

  9. Lynne Favreau

    Me too Brenda. I thought there was something wrong with me-well there still could be. But I can tackle the tough stuff now without taking it personally. So what if I can’t diagram a sentence-I can still write one reasonably well.

    Nothing made me feel more inadequate than not understanding the classics. Until I realized it wasn’t that I didn’t understand them, I just didn’t like them- Catcher in the Rye, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, The Iliad/Odyssey, Madame Bovary-what a snore, anything by Faulkner and all of L.Frank Baum. I read those to my daughters. I thought they were horrid, then one daughter confessed to liking them. It’s all subjective.

    I still get intimidated by my lack of education, the kind any english major would have but then again I wasn’t an english major-my BA is in Writing and Literature. Ha, I can write and I can read written works.

    I’m a big fan of Stephen King’s book also. It’s the one I most often recommend along with Elizabeth George’s Write Away. They’re opposite in method so i find a happy medium between them.

    Happy Blogiversary!

    • Lynne-I still have the occasional panic about the unknown (like the outline) and for my novel I had to teach myself to write songs, which is a lot like poetry. Nowadays I think what I don’t know something is actually a benefit since I don’t have any preconceived notions. It’s a lot like be fearless without knowing it. I learn a lot from reading and watching movies. Not the how to do something, rather how not to do something… I read Madame Bovary, tragic story, but not a favorite. I haven’t read that book by George, but I have read her fiction. She is a wonderful writer.

  10. The key to writing for me is to have a conversation on paper. I write for myself, but with an eye to being accessible to a reader who is hopefully gentle in nature. If you try and write to sound like or to please another, you will not be a successful writer – even if you make a fortune. Having your own voice, no matter how zany, is key. Your voice is strong. This was a good read & I could relate to it – thank you for sharing!

    • Maria, how writers craft their stories is a subject I never tire hearing about. I like your description, ‘having conversations on paper’ it does truly feel this way..Glad you shared, too.

  11. While I’ve committed this past year to keeping my mouth shut about writers I don’t enjoy, let’s just say that some award-winners make me want to cry, and not in a good way.
    We writers have to find our own voice and style. I like reading fiction of all kinds: good, bad, literary, genre, character driven, or action-oriented, because I learn from every book I read — including, and sometimes especially, the sucky ones. I learn what I like and don’t like as a reader, and I hope that makes me a better writer. In the end, I throw it all in a blender and try to make my own unique soup of a story. Mainly, though, I like to entertain and be entertained — and I find your blog entertaining!

    • Very true, Nadine, each of us is unique in our style and voice. You are spot on with being entertained, life is so short we might as well be amusing. So glad to see you here, and that you enjoy stopping by.

  12. Shakespeare. Let me listen to it. Let me watch it on stage. Please don’t make me read it :(
    Happy anniversary of blogging! What a milestone. I’ve enjoyed every post.
    BTW, being well versed in literature is but one aspect of being “literary”; I’m pretty sure you have the others covered!

    • Astra-I never really thought about myself on way or another until I sat in my first fiction writing class, then I ran home and ran around on my hamster wheel for a while. Oh the silly things we do. After a few million words later I am so much wiser. Thanks again, for continuing to come around and share your stories with me.

  13. Thanks for writing this Brenda. I have read lots of books because I tend to doubt myself, always wondering whether I know enough. I have tossed quite a few of those books aside after reading a few chapters. There are many different types of writers and no one can really define your style for you. I struggle with maintaining my confidence and writing for me sometimes, but I’m getting better.

    A book I enjoyed was On Writing Well by William Zinsser.

    Happy blog-o-versary!

    • Cheryl, I love my books, all of them, but some less so than the others. I do have a hand full of reference books (OK, four) that I look in regularly, the others… not so much. As for confidence, keep writing. It might not take away the uncertainty, but if you keep writing you’ll end up writing for yourself. Nothing like a blog to help with a writer’s insecurity. Trust me on this one.

  14. Leigh Young

    I really enjoyed this! It is wonderful to meet a “speak from the heart” writer also. I like to write as though I am looking right at you and having a conversation. Otherwise, I may become lost in the deep blues of the insipid skies while wallowing in the pink ether of my….never mind!

    • Leigh- Yeah!! I am always tickled to hear back from readers that connect. I really don’t know any other way to write. I’ve tried, and I will continue to push the comfort zone just because. Oh, and getting list in the deep blue skies.. YES, do it.

  15. ~~~Dear, Brenda,
    I loved reading this…You always make me ponder…
    I’ve read EVERTHING on how to write, took every English Class in the Universe, read Bird by Bird 1 million times…. and maaaaany more…. Too many to name here.
    I also devoured “WOE IS I” several times.
    I came to the conclusion that I didn’t give a damn about dangling participles after all…
    But finally….I let it all go.
    and wrote exsactly what I wanted to write.
    I realized that NOBODY can tell us how to “find our voice.”
    Nobody.
    We must find our OWN.
    After all, we are all unique, have our own stories, our own quirkiness.
    btw, “Disgrace” is in my top 10 books of all time!!! HAAAaaaaa Luv Ya.

    • Kim-Like you, I write what and how I want to write. I don’t regret the search though, it seemed as if it was a rite of passage. I feel like I have my own war stories now. As for the book being your favorite, I understand why — the writing was beautiful, it was the story that I hated it. I am like that though, I have to connect with the characters, which is why I rarely recommend books or why I could never write a book review. I am not objective. I read Lonesome Dove years ago… to this day it remains one of my top ten. Why? The characters jumped off the page and into my head. I still miss sitting around the campfires with that cattle crew.

  16. Kat

    Brenda, you are a woman after my own heart. This sounds so much like me that I could have written it! Sometimes I feel so inadequate because of all that I don’t know, but what I do know is that I love writing. Also, like you, I can’t bring myself to read those boring how-to books. I’ll just keep writing what I want and that’s that! :D)

    • Kat, a writer really needs to be true to their heart. I confess having an addiction to books,but thankfully the phase of buying how to books as short lived. They do look regal on the book case though, and once in a blue moon I have a peak. Glad you stopped by.

  17. I could totally relate to your posts. I’ve taken so many different types of English and writing classes and seem to always feel like I’m in my own little world.

    Very nice post!

  18. Hello.
    Visiting from Bloggers Reflections.

    My literary journey began the minute I penned my first poem as a young boy, thus proclaiming myself a poet, and that journey continues today. I hated school & left when I was 14. I never studied all the “rules & regulations” of poetry writing & am not much of a book reader. I’d never heard of “dangling particles” before until I read this post, but none of this has ever stopped me from doing what I love, which is to write poetry. I know what I write will not to be everyone’s liking & that’s OK. I’m not looking to make a career out of writing. I do it because it’s my passion, it gives me pleasure & it’s mine. If I can ever publish some of my work…that would be the best thing to call myself “author”, but if it doesn’t happen, I’ll still continue to write.

    I came across a quote earlier this evening: “If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it” ~Anais Nin
    That just about sums up how I feel.

    Really enjoyed reading this post.
    Wishing you the best in whatever endeavor you undertake.
    Thanks for sharing.

    Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn

    • Andy, you are wonderful. I have heard that quote by Anais, she has quite the life writing pages for Henry Miller. My dad woke up after having a brain tumor removed, and declared to us in the hospital he wanted to be a poet. He had never written a word before. He spent the last years of his life while battling Cancer, writing poetry. He made me swear I would follow my heart, and write. It was the sort of promise you don’t want to make, but you do. I nave never regretted, nor will you. Keep writing and thanks for sharing.

  19. Fascinating stuff, Brenda! I’ve never read a book about writing. I just do it. I’m from the generation that wrote letters once. Years and years of writing them. It was something I loved, like having a one-sided conversation. My writing today is an extension of that. People used to say they enjoyed getting my letters, but that was mostly my mother who said that and my best friend from high school, too, once said it. Anyway, my blog is like a letter. A letter to the world. Or at least to the couple of hundred who read it each week. 😉

    • Me either, Monica. It turns out after buying the books there really didn’t have what I as looking for – although- I do look things up from time to time, when to italicize, etc.. Funny you mention the letter writing, that is exactly what I did. I suppose every writer has a story on how and why. What works for some won’t work for the next writer. The one lesson I have learned along the way is to trust my voice and my intuition, which I do every where else in my life, except for the early days of writing. Glad those days are long past but the past is always good fodder for my blog.

  20. Brenda, this post touched a raw, almost-forgotten past.

    About a decade ago, I was often worried when there were certain serious literature that I’d read but didn’t love. What, was I too dense to appreciate them? Maybe I hadn’t understood the metaphors enough. Maybe I just wasn’t ‘bright’ enough, or ‘literary’ enough.

    Thank goodness I got tired of that part of myself! Not too long ago, I’d read a children’s classic (a world-famous, super-hot stuff) called A Wrinkle In Time. And I didn’t get past the third chapter. I just didn’t like the writing (the plot was okay, but the characterization and the dialogue and the overall narration just didn’t do it for me … at all). And I was okay with not liking it. Just like I would respect what people love, I hope they would also respect that I haven’t enjoyed it as much.

    I think I was previously afraid I might be declared incompetent if I didn’t love a particular book of world-status. I’m glad I’m over that now. (Really, a lot of prejudice begins in our own heads.)

    I still like to read me some Dickens; I still like Oscar Wilde and am amused by Samuel Beckett now and then, and certain classics and contemporary literature. Not all of them, for sure. (I don’t think I’d want to read Proust, or Tolstoy’s War & Peace though I have a copy of it on my shelf.)

    I like how we now trust our preference instead of blindly following what the rest of the world enjoys or doesn’t.

    So good for us, Brenda, for overcoming this! Write whatever you want, in your most honest voice, and readers will follow. I know I will.

    Happy Blog-o-versary, love. :) How are you going to celebrate?

    • Claudine – I do believe you nailed this.. I know in the past I’d wonder the same things, and many times while reading books, even poetry. I’d scratch my head and think, did I miss something or what was that all about… I no long labor over prose or verse that doesn’t speak to me. Too many other wonder books to read and time is limited. As for writing, it’s so much more enjoyable being be than something manufactured. As for the birthday, it might surprise you to learn that I was writing.

  21. Brenda,
    You are one of the best bloggers I read. I love your style. It is like a flow and catches me up and sings to me. Poetic and emotional, gorgeous and relatable. Happy Anniversary!

    • Jodi-Thank you kindly, for you words and for visiting with me. I am intrigued by the writer in the writer, why and how we write the way we do, what speaks to us. The blog is an extension of a writer’s journal. Again, thanks for your words they have left a smile on my face.

  22. Hey Brenda,
    I’m one of your SheWrites sisters. Thanks for ‘outing yourself’ as someone grappling with others’ definition of what it means to be a ‘good writer’. I think good writers from everywhere and every type of experience. I also believe that good writers read everything, and are not hunkered down in just one type of style. Have you seen creativity guru SARK’s wonderful book on writing called Juicy Pens, Thirsty Paper? It’s playful and great at supporting writing to come from a place of true inner wisdom.

    • Hey Michele, welcome! I don’t keep too many secrets about writing. I figure if I am in the middle of a dilemma I might as well share it because someone out there has lived through it can share their wisdom. If I have overcome something (as in the case) on my own, well the knowledge is free to anyone stopping by. When I started up with this passion I was desperate for a writing group to share all of my questions with but I never made that true connection. I haven’t read the book you mentioned but it sounds divine. Thanks for sharing and stopping by.

  23. June O'Hara

    On this we are both startlingly alike and oddly different. Like you, one day I decided, “I’m going to write a book,” and proceeded teaching myself to write. (I recognize some of the books in your pic.) I’ve been at it for years. I bought all the books, but read them all. And reread many. If I had more time, there are some I’d reread again.

    I write to amuse. If there is a theme in one of my stories, it’s either by accident or because someone made me.

    There are literary books I’ve tried reading (A Hundred Years of Solitude, 3 times so far. That one I’m determined to finish) but just couldn’t do it. I try not to feel bad about it.

    Thanks for such an honest, soul-nourishing post. And HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! You make the blogosphere a much better place.

    • Yes, June we are oddly different and yet, yet, on some things we are aligned. As you and I have already had the ‘book’ discussion, you know that my accumulate dust on the shelves. Although, last month, on a Tuesday, I cracked one of them open to verify something. I have read 100 years, but then again I didn’t have a choice, it was assigned reading. It wasn’t my favorite. I am glad to have found you out there..

  24. Last year, I finally slogged through Wuthering Heights. Thought all characters were dolts and imbeciles. Also read Dostoevsky’s The Idiot and thought it was okay, if a bit contrived – and the head-hopping jumped out at me as bad writing!

    I do make myself read Classics and books on craft – King’s is in my TBR queue, but those are interspersed with the fun books. We can only write what is given us to write, talent-wise, though, yes, we can polish and improve. For me, it’s the genre formerly known as chick lit, a light, conversational, chatty style. Not a thriller writer nor a lit’rary writer, and that’s okay.

    • I am a diverse reader. In saying this and spending a year writing a blog, etc., I’ve found I am a diverse writing, this was the best part of blogging. As for the classics, I love Jane Eyre, but Wuthering Heights, not so much. Depends on the story, but mostly the characters. Sometimes the writing is wonderful, as with Disgrace, but I didn’t care for the main character – AT ALL. I am an emotional reader, which dictates everything. I do read the occasional paragraph from those books on my self (pictured on the blog), but I don’t linger in the pages of those books. Letting go of preconceived notions about what writing is, was for me, like breathing real air. If this makes any sense, Bev.

  25. Brenda, I just love you. I love the uniqueness of your style, your voice, your POV. I know where you’re coming from with this. Because I have been there too. Done that too. Dressed to impress, figuratively speaking. Read the “right” books, wrote the “right” kind of poems. Squelched my own voice, failed to be my authentic self because, well, there was a literary “standard” to uphold.
    And finally, I decided to heed Thomas Merton’s advice.
    “Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves… There can be an intense egoism in following everybody else. People are in a hurry to magnify themselves by imitating what is popular – and too lazy to think of anything better.”

    And here’s another bit of great advice from the one and only Dr. Seuss.
    “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” ~ Dr. Seuss

    • Debra – your words fill me with joy. I’ve had a journey in this quest to be a writer, probably not unlike others. Once I landed on who I was as a writer there was no turning back. Of course, I didn’t have to travel all that far because I was who I was, who I was, but I had to travel around first. And you are correct, we get hoodwinked into thinking we have ‘to be’ something else, but of course, the problem is the writing isn’t real. Thank you for your words, and for taking my first email all that while ago when I was questioning my ‘blogging voice’. There isn’t a difference. Hugs

  26. Vasu sharma

    hey Brenda i also love to write but cannot afford all those books you have cause in India the figures would run into thousands which i cannot afford..:(
    I want to know can you help me by giving some them which you dont want and please only give me those which you don’t want
    THANKS for inspiring me once again.. HUGS & KISSES..:D

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