Poignant
*Never could pronounce poignant without feeling like I'm unnecessarily pouting my lips*
I woke up past nine when I was supposedly to be up by five writing. I'm trying to spend three hours each day putting words to paper. Practice they say makes perfect. Reason tells me to start small... say twenty or thirty minutes per day. But when have I ever been a reasonable woman where my writing is concerned.
When I did get up and make myself more human I sat down to write. Feeling restless I migrated to the bed. My matress is the hard type so its easy to write propped on my elbows. I got down the first paragraph of what will be a story. The fiction writers say its better to write around a character than a plot. So I'm starting it with a nosey girl. Before figuring out what was interesting enough for her break into her sisters room I started craving a book. Writing longhand is just not for me. Its frustrating when my mind moves faster than my hands. Whoever invented pen and paper!
I found Song of Solomon and could think of only one word; poignant. The first time I read it I felt allowed. Toni Morrison had a way with words that assures me of normalcy; as abnormally insightful as they are. She enriches my imagination. Her books do for me what fertilizer does to withered cabbage. She's the only author whose books I've read more than once. Aside from Christina Schwarz's Drowning Ruth. The Bluest Eyes, Sula, Beloved, Tar Baby, Jazz... have all touched me in the deepest ways. The only one I'm yet to lay my paws on is The Color Purple. I've seen the movie a hundred times but that has not diminised my yearning to lap up the pages of the book.
My husband felt reading too much dampens my own creativity. I tried explaining the more I read the more I'm propelled to write. After reading a certain number of books writing literally grips me. It consumes my mind and I will not be 'OK' untill I've let it all out. Times when I can be quite the grump.
I'm surprised I can put it down and go blogging.... see what I said about reading!
