Ten years ago I joined a reading discussion /creative
writing group. It was quite by happenstance that I
entered the realm of creative writing. I thought I was
there as a reader, not. I was reintroduced to the
literature of the great masters both in prose and
poetry. My previous education was for naught. My youth
and pitiable public school education hampered my
understanding of the skills, intents, the depths, the
significance of the authors as they were guiding the
readers through their great story telling.
After several years, my teacher suggested that I try my
hand at writing. I was a reader not a creative writer. I
humored him, wrote a fifteen page piece on the subject
of my life’s adventures as depicted in my bookcase.
Focusing on one particular book named Gigi, the story of
a merry-go-round horse. His astute comment, “Too many
words.” He insisted that I develop it into a poem. The
first attempt was two pages long. Then it was one page,
with many editing’s, one-hundred and twenty words.
Covers of Comfort was the result, it was published. I
The collection of stories that are included is the
result of my efforts: many unedited. I am in the editing
stage, the tough job: Finding continuity, my voice;
telling stories. I am seventy-seven going on thirty.
As this Web site is developed I will edit, add, delete,
according to my personal whims professional input. What
are public sites for? Learning. Sharing. I am still an
avid reader, now re-reader, learning what authors past
and present are communicating: knowledge, insight,
style. I am not a writer but joy to the world I am
writing. It feels good to tell my stories, share them
with others. We all have stories to tell. Tell me yours.
List of Stories by Adrienne