…being a literary ‘parent’ is precious…

 

…it usually starts innocently enuff… a wee WURD or a turn of phrase tickles the writing brain… whimsical, prob’ly… amusing, even more prob’ly… comes then the wish to have it embedded in the narrative… sum’where, anywhere, really… from there, the mind begins to expand on the WURD or phrase… embracing it with whole sentences… protecting it from the barrage of mere ordinary prose… making it the little ‘Queen Bee‘ in the Writer’s creative scribbling… association of ideas kicks in… paragraphs begin to emerge… linkage and flow push forward… and presto, hey!… chapters evolve… pause for wordsmithing breath… another gleam of prosaic individuality appears, a sibling to the original… sum’times at a tangent, other times choosing simply to be in lockstep to reinforce the first literary brainwave… the novel/book/tome ‘teases out’, and sum’times it stubbornly ‘difficults out’ from the Author’s grey cells… ordinary life (whatever that may be) is subsumed to the focus on polishing the WURK… crafting, sculpting, honing what has now become an entire tribe of related ideas, WURDS, phrases, sentences… future thoughts of publishing the masterpiece are a galaxy distant at this time… no time this for indulgence in the Luddite dreams of universal readership acceptance… no… this is the highly personal, unique birthing period of a mind-child… the transference of thought and creativity from person to paper or electronic mapping device… gestation may take weeks, months, or several years… but it is in this stretch of commitment that an Author’s WURK truly becomes their baby… it is in this stretch that the genes pass from the parent to the child… the later to-be-recognised features that identify the lineage… in some quarters, this is known as the ‘Authors Voice’… and it is as precious as any relationship a Writer is ever likely to have… my own wee babies are listed below… being a literary parent is precious… and I am just the proudest Daddy to each and every one of them… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!...

THE VIOLIN MANS LEGACY

myBook.to/theviolinmanslegacy

VENGEANCE WEARS BLACK

myBook.to/vengeancewearsblack

SAVAGE PAYBACK

myBook.to/savagepayback

KILLER CITY

myBook.to/calderkillercity

DEADLY IMPASSE

myBook.to/Calderdeadlyimpasse

A FEW POETRY STOPS IN A LIFE’S JOURNEY

myBook.to/poetrystops

 

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2 responses to “…being a literary ‘parent’ is precious…

  1. So true, Seumas, and even when they’re all ‘growed up’ they’re still our babies. We can look back at the first drafts of tiny steps and see the big, strong books they’ve become. I’m feeling all broody to start another one now. 😀

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