Elizabeth D. Marie Fiction Author

Elizabeth D. Marie Fiction Author
Welcome to my blog—a writer's musings on characters, stories, and life

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Creating Illusions

We writers live to create illusions from reality. We create fictional realities and make them come alive. It isn't about forgetting reality—though I think we can agree that sometimes we want to—but integrating stories and breathing life into characters so that when you open a book, you forget that it is just a work of fiction.

Ideas come from all around us. Sometimes, ideas form in looking at a situation or even a devastation and thinking 'that isn't right' or 'this is how that might have gone, if things had been different; if that person would have done that, or this person said that' or 'what would a happy ending look like?'

I enjoy stories of hope and inspiration. Maybe it has a fictional setting and fictional characters, but what would this look like in the real world? If people had honor and integrity; if they stood up for the poor and helpless; if family took care of each other; if love really could conquer any mountain.

Because, it doesn't have to be an illusion.

Friday, June 6, 2014

I Speak... The Problem of Ten Thousand Words

I am not a public speaker. I shudder at the thought. I have done some acting on stage, and I loved it, despite the horrible attack of nerves at every performance. But it isn't just the idea of standing behind a podium and giving a speech that set's me on edge. It's speaking up in a crowd of people at all that makes my heart skid to a terrifying halt.

Because, I am not a speaker. I am a writer. It isn't that I have nothing to say, rather, it is that I have TOO much to say. Ten thousand words that get tangled up in the mind, a mass of confusion in the brain. There is no "off" switch to these words—these thoughts and emotions—that parade inside my head.

Have you ever gotten a song stuck in your head? How it plays over and over and you can't seem to shut it off?

A writer's only outlet is the pen and paper. Or maybe a computer screen and a keyboard. Some have a way with words, and they can make speeches. I am not one of them. I prefer to speak through words penned (or typed) on paper.

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So, I may seem quiet in a crowd. People who don't know me may think I am shy or reserved. But it isn't that I don't speak. I just have my own way of releasing the tidal wave of thought and emotion in a (hopefully) somewhat structured and organized manner.

Because what you find written on the page is only half of the words running rampant in the brain. The challenge is taking those ten thousand words in my mind—the ones that play over and over like a song you can't forget—and control them into a story that can convey a thought without exploding like a busted ink pen all over the reader.