While there’s plenty of hearsay and admission from acclaimed published authors and poets who’ve hit the bottle or jammed a needle as a means of coping with any one of the frustrations a writer may experience, I’m not channeling Hemingway, Faulkner, Fitzgerald, or Poe—no no!
I’m talking about writing under the influence of a literary muse or two, whether they happen to be dead or alive. The three whom I’m aware of are living.
*First and foremost, my mother:
Ever since I was a toddler sitting on my mother’s lap while she read stories to me, I developed a fascination with words, delighted by the turn of phrase in the English fairy tale, “Teeny Tiny”: “Once upon a time there was a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny-tiny village. Now, one day, this teeny-tiny woman put on her teeny-tiny bonnet, and went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a teeny-tiny walk …”
A graduate of Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School, she taught me to become a proficient typist by the age of nine. At the age of twelve, I pounded chapter stories in the genres of mystery and espionage, replete with dialogue, on my girly-pink Tom Thumb typewriter.
*I credit the author, Anne Lamott, for validating the stuff my dreams to write are made of. In the author’s own words, “I try to write the books I would love to come upon, that are honest, concerned with real lives, human hearts, spiritual transformation, families, secrets, wonder, craziness—and that can make me laugh.”
Likewise, I compose fiction which taps into significant issues affecting the lives of ordinary/ extraordinary, flawed women who grapple with, confront, and overcome their personal dilemmas to become empowered in making profound life changes for the better. Secrets, idiosyncrasies, and sardonic humor prevail throughout my writing.
*A shout out to author, Stephen King, whose books I’ve devoured over the years.
More than just mastering the genre of horror, I admire his genius for character development, realistic dialog, and a prevailing sense of humor. I credit King for the unleashing of my own perverse sense of humor where I deem it needed.
For instance, this snippet from Chapter 5 in An Enlightening Quiche (2016):
The school teacher could use the extra cash since grappling with her husband’s much publicized conviction for first-degree child molestation sexual assault. Facing a minimum of ten to fifteen years in prison for the least invasive criminal scenario more than likely sparked the voluminous, luminous, bituminous pyre two days prior to Vern’s court appearance for sentencing. Death by hibachi! Vernon Blais went out in a blaze of glory, smoked to death barbecuing charcoal briquettes while locked inside the bathroom with the window shut, an apropos exit strategy for the junior high guidance counselor caught stalling a thirteen year old boy in his office privy.
*Under the influence, whom do you credit for unleashing your creative flair?
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