Fifty years from now, what will literature say about us? Will it be a balanced story?
I am hoping that the travailing in the spirit that I have been doing will break something up. I don’t have it in me to compromise on what stories want to come out of me. I am learning to not subconsciously self-edit.
This pandemic has changed me; I have an even lesser tolerance for inauthenticity in any way. It’s been a battle and a journey to learn where and how grief has touched my work – changing it forever; instead of trying to muzzle it, I’ve learned to embrace it. There is a sound to loss, an indelible mark, an imprint, a key, as it were, that opens one up to hidden jewels. Regaining the parts of myself so covered in stones, it took this pandemic to unearth them. I have literally found snippets of writing while going through a box under a box under a box. This snippet of writing is exactly what is needed in a play, “Sweet Lorraine’s Bag of Water,” that I’ve decided to revisit. I remembered writing it and it was on my mind. I was annoyed that it was lost to me, finding it by chance was delightful. I wrote it while attending a theater conference some years ago. It will be nice to get back to attending in-person conferences one day, they are a great source of inspiration. There is nothing like being around a large group of theater artists.
It is good to know that I am finding more balance in myself and looking forward to seeing the change it brings to my work…
Happy New Year, may it bring you joy and many opportunities to share your work.
I had not planned for this to
be my first post for the second round of my LAFPI blog week, but it felt
As I’m sure you already know,
yesterday the world lost NBA sports legend Kobe Bryant.
All of Los Angeles seemed to
be in mourning.
No, not just Los Angeles—this
great loss really seemed to cross state lines, team affiliations, sport leagues
and art forms. So many folks were deeply affected, including myself.
Being a writer, my gut
reaction when attempting to process my feelings is to write, and so I did. I
spent a little time journaling last night. While I’ll keep the contents of my
writing to myself, what I will say is that it helped a great deal. I do know,
however, that there times when words don’t come or cut it, which can feel
This has all made me wonder how my fellow writers and creatives are doing during this difficult time.
So, how are you?
How are you, really?
I hope that you all have been
able to find some comfort during this difficult time. Maybe you’ve also found
yourself putting pen to paper to find peace. I really hope that’s helped, but
in the case that it hasn’t, please know I’m here if you’d like to talk.
I’d like to close up this post by sharing this helpful flyer that was created by Wendy C. Ortiz (writer and psychotherapist) whose workshop, Self Care for Writers, I was able to attend via the 2018 Latina Writers Conference. Maybe it will come in handy for you as it has for me.