Creative blocks are the worst. I think one of the hardest thing about being a writer is the constant struggle I have with my own work. I have trouble finishing thoughts, getting through it, and being in touch with my stories. It takes a FUCK LOAD of energy. Excuse my french.
I recently started doing some meditations on Meditation Oasis with Mary Maddox. I think these meditations are helping me clear my mind so it’s been easier to think clearly about my creative visions.
I am only 10,000 words away from finishing my manuscript “Girl-Who-Rises-Sun”. I will be posting the final product shortly….see what everyone out there thinks of it. I guess it’s the only way that I truly know how to experience the world, through writing. Sometimes, half of the battle is just sharing those thoughts with someone, anyone who wants to hear it.
I’ve stopped becoming so attached to my works. I know I need to let go of them a wee bit. I need to let them morph, and kind of like children, let them grow up and do their own thing. Go off onto the internet to change people’s thoughts and perceptions. it’s just an idea, an intense idea that I will disperse onto here somewhere, a quiet story among the madness.
My husband recently told me that I needed to scrap the whole plot to “Girl-Who-Rises-Sun” altogether.
“She should be a native american woman on a motorcycle, in modern times, with guns and hitting up bars,” he tells me, “That’s why everyone likes Tony Hillerman.”
Tony Hillerman is one of Albuquerque’s literary heros. Great. He even has a library named after him here in the city. Great.
I never was a fan of Tony Hillerman’s work. It’s so falsely New Mexican, in my own opinion. I don’t find coyotes howling to the moon or making enchiladas very New Mexican, it feels so falsely New Mexican. I have always thought of my land, although I am white, as a land of different cultures melding and finding meaning together. New Mexico is filled with ancestors of Spanish, Native American, white, and immigrant countries. We are from so many places in the world. There was truly nothing in the American southwest 500-years ago. We are the last frontier, and that’s probably why guns will always be legal down here. It’s the Old West.
I feel like my story “Girl Who Rises Sun”, is much more New Mexican than any of Tony Hillerman’s books. It shows how our relations to each other through different cultures really helps us transcend where we are going, what our true meaning is, and what it means to have your voice heard.
Oh, rants, rants, rants…. You all know me too well.
What about you all? How’s it going with your writing? Any exciting news?