Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Telling the Truth Tuesday - Talking Writing
It is an online literary magazine with articles and essays that will inform and inspire you. I believe they are looking for writers to contribute, so I hope you will explore it. Yours truly will have a piece in the February issue. I'll post a link here when it appears.
And while we're on the subject of writing, I just finished Sue Monk Kidd's memoir (she co-wrote it with her daughter, Ann Kidd Taylor) "Traveling with Pomegranates." I loved it so much, I ordered all her other books from Amazon (except "The Secret Life of Bees," which I'd already read). This memoir is partially about her journey from being a nonfiction writer to a novelist. In it she writes, "the images of bees in the wall that wanted to become a story..." and her declaration during a trip to Greece at a sacred site that she wanted to be a novelist. Kidd had the courage to follow her heart and listen to her whispers during this long journey to complete the novel.
She had no outline. No plot idea. Just an image of bees in a wall. I am grappling with a similar situation. Just an image and a voice that came to me in Ireland asking me to tell its story. I got about 10 pages written and now it's stalled. Mostly because I allowed my life to stall due to circumstances and emotional pain.
I am declaring right here, right now, I want to write this novel.
How about you?
What is your truth today?