The Art of the Reveal
WordPress.com has this thing going on this year. I just discovered it yesterday. Called ‘Post A Day 2011,’ it’s a program giving bloggers tips and tricks for coming up with one post a day for an entire year.
One of the requirements for admission is writing a post indicating participation. I’ve been blogging every day for months, but please take this brief statement as my application to be part of Post A Day 2011.
Now, on to other topics.
Just before the end of 2010, I encouraged my gifted blessing of a writing partner, Angie Mizzell, to write a post a day on her blog in 2011. Five days a week, she’s doing it. On top of writing her memoir and reading my pages and giving me feedback and rearing two little boys and being a good wife and doing her day job, she’s churning out some impressive reading material on her blog.
Having her in my life has lifted me more than she knows. My scribbling project isn’t blog fodder, and wrangling all the pieces together is an exhilarating yet isolating process. Sometimes, I look up blearily from my computer screen only to see massive, disjointed letters. I feel like I’m being eaten alive by a gigantic alphabet, individual Z’s and D’s and Q’s that have been sent to totally consume me. Letters are sometimes all I can see.
Plus, it’s hard to talk about people who don’t exist, especially to people who haven’t entirely grasped that I’m writing a work of fiction. There’s a term for folks who treat imaginary people like they’re real. Okay, there are several – crazy, loony, bonkers, psycho, schizo, and last but not least, screw-loo. (It’s my personal favorite.) By mentioning these made-up characters in general conversation, am I revealing just how crazy I truly am?
My best path, prior to meeting Angie, was not to talk about my book to anyone and let these people and their alphabetical assault on my senses torment me privately. So, in a manner of speaking, Angie has saved my life. Or my sanity. Or, she’s given me permission to fully embrace being a lunatic. She’s handed me the safety and security to reveal all the voices that are battling inside my head to end up on the page.
And, I adore her for that and a whole host of other things.
One of those things is her writing. Angie is real. I’m sure she is. Check out her blog by clicking here if you doubt me.
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