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I started my writing life as a poet, published a few pieces in University reviews, and then embarked on my life as a professional liar -- which is to say, a writer of fiction.

Every so often, however, I have the same compulsion that used to drive me into the corners of crowded rooms, with scraps of paper and a pen I stole from some bewildered stranger, and I write poetry.

KP and I were discussing poetry tonight. Or rather, we were discussing a collection of poetry which I thought should have been severely edited before it saw print -- because had it been, I would have loved it. I know that poetry is hard to edit -- but oddly enough, while I would not touch a single word of the same writer's -prose- (or most prose, really, as I'm not a line-editor for other's work), I would fiddle all over the place with other's poetry, if allowed.

I'm not sure why. In fact, I'm not sure why I write the poetry, because there is not only no intent to have it published, there is an active intent to have it buried.

Anyone else?


Jun. 18th, 2004 08:43 pm (UTC)
welcome to lj!
Hi Michelle- you don't know me, but I'm a filk friend of Debbie's. Live in California, have three year old twin boys, have known Deb about 10 years or so. Hope you don't mind my friending you, but I have great respect for your writing and of course, such a long time and good friend of Debbie's just has to be one of the most interesting people ever! So, anyway, no problem if you don't friend back or want me to remove you or any of that. :)
Jun. 18th, 2004 09:05 pm (UTC)
Re: welcome to lj!
To mms: Beckett is an AMAZING artist (she did our last two CD covers) and one of the nicest people I know.
Jun. 19th, 2004 07:45 am (UTC)
Re: welcome to lj!
you can ask Debbie -- I'm not so much interesting as, well, it occurs to me that I'm commiting suicide here; don't ask Debbie.

On the other hand, she rarely says someone is one of the nicest people she knows without being literal. The fact that she -can- say this, when you've survived three year old twins (I remember when our first was born - he was a bit on the fussy side - and all either I or my husband could think was "how do people survive twins?"), is a testament . I'm going to go off and google your art now; although I have, in fact, seen your CD covers for Urban Tapestry, I have the visual memory of one of those eyeless fishes that live in the dark.
Jun. 20th, 2004 10:03 am (UTC)
Re: welcome to lj!
Hee! Not interesting... *snort* And modest, too! Of course some of the most interesting ones are the quiet ones who say things only when they really have something to say.

Nice-- Hrm. Wish that were half as true as Deb says! She sees the good side, because it's so rare that we get to hang out, and I'm always really happy to see her. :)

Twins-- I think one ends up survivng with twins because there's really no alternative! Things are slowly getting easier, though god knows it was really difficult in the beginning. We were so sleep deprived I really think I've lost my memory in places for good. Also aged about ten years in the last three, probably. And god knows I haven't gotten much art done in the last three years... How have you managed to have kids _and_ keep writing?
Jun. 20th, 2004 06:26 pm (UTC)
Re: welcome to lj!
There is no putting me -and- quiet together in the same sentence in real life, but oddly enough, I tend toward that on-line much more. And yes, it's very hard not to be happy to see Debbie. Although it's true that if she kept the camera away from her face, we would see more of her...

How have you managed to have kids _and_ keep writing?

Truly? Because we needed the money. Had there been any way at all that I could have avoided writing for the first year and a half of my son's life, I would have avoided it. He was a very, very fussy child, and he couldn't be put down until he could crawl -- unless, you know, you liked being deaf. He slept poorly for a long time; did not, in fact, sleep through the night until he had all his teeth. BUT there was a block of time between 2 and 5 every morning in which he could be depended on to sleep.

So I'd write then.

I was a wreck, though, and don't recommend it; it doesn't make for happy parents, and the lack of sleep really does make you -- as you probably know much better than I -- a bit crazy.

Also: consider. I can get up from the keyboard at any time. If the flow of the work is broken -- and it often was -- it's heartbreaking, but it doesn't destroy the book. Get up at the wrong place in a water-colour wash and you can lose everything.