How I Write | December 2020
Thanks to COVID, I'm relearning 4th grade grammar to help my son not fall behind while homeschooling. I'm quickly realizing that while my overall grasp of the English language gets my point across, my writings aren't perfect. I did strive for proper English and grammar throughout middle and high school. But in college I got a letter from a friend I hadn't seen in a while. My friend had notoriously horrible use of the English language and wrote just like she spoke. I was charmed because I could literally hear her talking as I read her letter and it made me miss her just a little less. Even in the books I read, I'm finding I enjoy imperfect characters, especially when they talk like I do and even make up words or saying that aren't in a Webster's circa 1999. If texting lingo can be considered a dialect, then it should be no great feat to forgive my writing idiosyncrasies. LOL.
I am purposely descriptive in my writing. Every author strives to strike the chord that will reverberate through a reader for days, weeks, or years. It is my every intent to remind you of your first bike and that taste of freedom, wind in your hair, and possibilities along each mile of open road. Or to recall in your own memories that distinctive sound of the first snowfall. It is not my hope, but my calling to drag your thoughts from the daily stresses to recall the smell of a real Christmas tree or fresh cut alfalfa too wet to bale.
I am also purposely vague in my descriptions of where events take place. It could be your town, your river, your bridge, your backyard I write about. I’m purposely vague because in the last 20 years, the landscape of which I write here has changed. Buildings have burned and been rebuilt. The land has been sustainably harvested. I’m sure the road has been repaved or at least chip sealed.
My writings take place roughly between 1990-2000. Before cell phones. Before WIFI. Before COVID and telework and apocalyptic politics. Or maybe it was just before I started paying attention…
Oh, and thanks Mom and Papa for knowing more than I do so I can provide more background to my stories. It's a little like finishing someone else's painting; I've had to understand their history to write my own.
All of these stories are true....to the extent that one perspective of any event is the whole truth.