why do writers…write?

 I’ve come across two quotes that seem to go hand-in-glove in describing writers.

The first is that of Anton Chekov, renowned Russian author. It was shared by http://www.livesimpletheblog.wordpress.com

…people who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about…

The second is a line spoken by Walt Disney to author P.L. Travers in the film Saving Mr. Banks.

Our stories are redemptive. That’s what we story tellers do. We restore order with imagination.  We instill hope again and again and again.

According to psychotherapist Linda Hoff-Hagensick at http://www.marriagetherapy101.blogspot.com,

Both P.L.Travers and Walt Disney found redemption and healing for their childhood pain through telling their stories through the magical lenses of their characters.

I think it’s fair to say that writers can lead a lonely existence given their need for isolation while getting in touch with their creative genius. I wonder how long C.K. Rowlings kept her own company while knocking off volume after volume of the iconic Harry Potter? 

Judging from my own experience, words can haunt a writer’s every thought. Not until allowed to escape the confines of the mind, will the words give a writer some peace, if only for a few moments.

So for me, it’s not that I seek solitude, it’s that my constant companions, my thoughts,  long to escape into print. They do not relish captivity; rather, they long for escape. Escape into the light of day. It’s my task to arrange them into some coherent story that others might want to read. And that, as every writer knows, takes time and…solitude. 

In recent months I’ve taken to having my laptop on the kitchen island so that I can write in between my other duties as a housewife. Of this relocation from the dining room table to my current station, my daughter lovingly commented “You really are a writer!”

I often wish I could ignore other duties and interests, and simply write the book that’s still on hold in my brain. Actually, there are a handful waiting to be written. For me however, life is too precious to let slip away for hours, days, weeks, even months at a time.

One day soon, I’ll see my way clear to balancing both. Until then, blogging remains an excellent outlet.

Storytellers come in all shapes and sizes. What they have in common is the desire to express their thoughts and feelings in a comprehensive manner. The icing on the cake is to capture the attention of an audience of readers or listeners. To bring them along on a  journey, whether it’s into familiar territory or uncharted terrain.

Writers are usually inspired by strong feelings about the environment in which they live. Whether it’s physical or psychological. Whether it exists in the past,the present, or the future. Whether it’s just a fantastical concoction of their imaginations. Or whether it’s a little bit of everything.

Like Disney I prefer writing redemptive stories, where chaos is banished, order restored, and hope is renewed. 

I’ve always been a huge fan of Tinker Bell and her magical fairy dust. I like to think it represents…

…never ending hope…

………hugmamma…and tinker bell.

...sprinkling fairy dust for hugmamma...

…sprinkling fairy dust for hugmamma…

 

 

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just thinking…

Thinker

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For those not inclined to read my every thought…I give you my unencumbered permission to “pull the plug” now and then. Skip a thought, come back when you want. I won’t be offended, especially since I can’t tell whether or not you’re tuning out.

Hugmamma’s mind, body, and soul is my journal of life as I view it. And my eyes, ears and other senses are always experiencing the minutiae that surrounds me. So while I make no excuses for my seemingly, endless regurgitation of trivia…I do understand your need to stop the constant buzz.

…so silence the chatter…with my blessings…but you’re always welcome…whenever…

………hugmamma. 🙂 

Thinker on a Rock, 1997 cast bronze by Barry F...

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only my voice

Wanted to thank those of you who read my blog, especially regular ones who have been along from its inception. 

This blog is my personal journal, with you having an insight into my thoughts and feelings. As such, there will be those that do not correspond with yours. I most definitely welcome comments, but just want you to know that I can’t, and don’t, write anyonelse’s opinions but my own, not even my own family’s. My husband and I do disagree, yes, even in certain aspects of politics. But we’re still married, continually learning about one another, even as we head into retirement.

So for those of you who continue in this venture with me, it’s a marriage of sorts. I probably won’t say everything you want to hear. What spouse does? But I’m guessing that if you’re still with me, I’m saying some things that are akin to your own thoughts and feelings. That’s all I can hope for, while remaining true to who I am.

While I generally try to live by my mother-in-law’s mantra that “words once spoken can never be taken back,” as a writer I would be hauled off in a straight-jacket, if I had to “measure” every word for its effect. It’s a “slippery slope,” and remaining on solid ground is not always guaranteed 100%.

Your comments, great, and not so much, let me know that I’m making an impact, heady stuff for a writer. But I’m not on a “power” trip, I’m just trying to do what I love doing, and that’s writing. Maintaining an active blog is almost full-time, especially with the theses I tend to write. I have no problem coming up with topics, since life’s details  never escape my attention. I do edit, and re-edit. But I don’t edit myself out. If I did that, I’d have no reason to write, since my life and my experiences are what I’m most expert about.

Our perspectives as writers, or readers, will be based upon our own lives, our own experiences. What we think, what we do, is necessarily “colored” by our framework of references. I have spoken of my own life in some depth throughout my posts. Some of you may just be catching up because my Facebook connection was not working the way I thought it was. I’m in the process of now rectifying the situation, by manually sending each one to that site, starting with the most recent and working backwards. It’s taking some time, since I’ve written so many. So bear with me.  

I’m a housewife, a mother, and a writer. I started this blog because I felt women in my position had a right to voice our opinions in the daily discussion that swirls around us, day in, day out. We’ve no way of tapping into that except for the social outlets we create.  

And so “Hugmamma’s Attention to Detail” is my outlet, my voice. I can’t speak for others. But I highly recommend blogging to anyone who would enjoy writing about their own thoughts and feelings as I do. Sometimes all we humans need, is to have a “say.” That’s where the Tea Party movement and I most definitely agree. In most other ways, I think we can agree to disagree.

for staying with me, hugs…hugmamma.

“charism,” a call to serve

The other evening my family and I attended a lecture by a visiting priest. We’d heard him preach during Sunday Mass, and liked what we heard. Wanting a little more spirituality in our lives, we were open to hearing more of what Father had to share.

At 7 p.m. we’re usually settling in for the night. After chores, errands and work, we’re not inclined to venture out again on a week night. But after a hurriedly prepared dinner of scrambled eggs with sliced turkey kielbasa thrown in for added protein, we made our way to church. God must’ve been smiling down upon me, because sitting quietly on a hard pew, one day a week, is more than enough for me. Remember an earlier post when I mentioned that my mom would pinch my butt, as it slid back to lean against the edge of the pew? Happily, I can now repeat the same offense without repercussion. It’s one of the benefits of old age. I can also catch “40 winks” behind closed eyelids, while the Mass drones on. I don’t do it often, but as I’ve said before, my mind does tend to wander.

About 35 parishioners were assembled in the pews at the front of church. Father stood before the group. As he spoke, he would refer to what we were seeing projected onto the screen situated near him. While I can’t remember all he said, I do recall that Father spoke of “charisms.” The word isn’t in my paperback copy of Webster’s Dictionary, but perhaps it’s the root for “charisma – a personal magnetism that enables an individual to attract or influence people.”

According to Father, God has bestowed us with “charisms.” These are unique “gifts” that make us feel good, when they are shared with others. Ultimately they bring us the fulfillment we seek. This is our vocation as Catholics, disciples of Christ. Each of us, according to our own “charism,” is called to serve others in our daily lives, out in the secular world. Priests are not the only ones who are “called” to serve. As an illustration, we listened to Jan Vallone tell her story, up on the screen.

Having grown up Catholic, Jan always did what her parents wanted. It was her dream to teach, but she became a lawyer because that was her father’s desire. During the 18 years she worked in law, Jan felt neither happy, nor fulfilled. When the firm she was with downsized, she took the opportunity to apply for a teaching job. To her astonishment, her application was accepted. As a high school English teacher, Jan’s spirits soared. It meant a great deal to her that she was making a difference in the lives of her students.

In addition to teaching, Jan began writing. Her memoirs caught the attention of a publisher. But because marketing her manuscript consumed so much of her time, she felt distracted from her true calling, teaching and writing. So she plans to return to both, leaving the selling to someonelse while she teaches the high schoolers she loves, and begins writing her second book. Jan feels fulfilled, knowing her “charism” is helping others, something which neither practicing law nor marketing a book could do for her.

I think I’ve found my “charism” in Hugmamma’s Attention to Detail. In my blog, I’ve been able to combine my passion for writing with my desire to be a voice for compassion and positivism. In sharing my experiences, thoughts, and feelings with others, I hope I’m able to provide a ray of light in a darkened corner of someone’s life.

My husband’s “charism” has always been as a role model of integrity and compassion in the business world. He “climbed” the corporate ladder without chicanery, or “brown-nosing.” Solidly committed to his principles throughout a 40 year career, he has garnered the loyalty and admiration of peers and employees, as well as business associates. I’ve even suggested that I’d be a great hire, to which my husband has always replied “I already have a CEO and President at work. Thank you very much.” I guess he’s right. Better that he leaves work behind, when he leaves the office.

Dance has always been our daughter’s “charism.” Beginning with her first performance as an 8 year-old tap dancer, she drew the attention of the audience. Afterwards a father approached me to say, he thought our daughter had tremendous “stage presence.” We’ve always been told that, and often by complete strangers. People have also said they can’t take their eyes off her; that they track her throughout the performance; that she’s their favorite dancer. Our daughter has always said that she feels blest with a gift that she wants to share, in the hopes that it will touch someone.

As Father put it, God would never set us up for failure. Our “charism” is what He has called us to do, as his disciples in the world. 

your “charism” calls,… will you answer?…hugmamma.

      

 

break out the champagne!

Make it an arctic cosmo for me, from Coho in the East Lake Sammamish Shopping Plaza, or a lemon drop martini from Old Hickory Steakhouse in the Grand Ole’ Opry Hotel in Nashville or a blue martini that tastes like a margarita from Ellendale’s in Donelson. And you, my friends, grab your favorite drinks and lift your glasses, or beer bottles, in a  toast to our awesome collaboration thus far. Some time today our blog hit the 1,001 viewing mark!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday there were 72 views and today there are 36, and counting. It’s taken a month and four days, from 7/13 – 8/17, to arrive at the start of our journey over a rainbow of new memories going forward. Thanks to all of you for extending “a hand-up” by reading what I write about, giving credence to my thoughts, ideas and values. You and I may exist on the periphery of mainstream media but our lives are no less meaningful, for their effect on others are like ripples on the water when a stone is tossed. Change can, and does, happen one person at a time. Such a person was Gandhi, who said “Everything you do in life will be insignificant. But it’s important you do it anyway, because no one else will.” 

And so, I raise my “full cup” to toast you in thanks for allowing HUGMAMMA’S ATTENTION TO DETAIL to be a part of your daily lives. As we say in Hawaiian, “Okole Maluna!!!” …..”Bottom’s Up!!!”

and so I blog, with great appreciation…hugmamma.