Six
days left in this month. I’ve covered a lot of ground over these posts, and
I’ve discovered truths about myself that I likely would not have come to had it
not been for this blog.
Yesterday,
I attended a lecture given by a Spalding alum who is a purveyor of the Moth
Story set up. For those unfamiliar, Moth Stories are those told in the
traditional oral format – the writer stands on stage without having memorized
the story that s/he is going to tell, and simply … speaks. It offers the
audience an almost unprecedented look into the mind of the writer, as well as
providing the audience with a raw telling of the story. During the lecture,
Graham Shelby said, “Write stories from scars, not wounds.” Well
whatinthewhatwhat, as Anya would say.
I had
one of those moments of absolute understanding. It was as if Shelby was
speaking directly to me, and not the hundred plus writers assembled in the
lectorium. I stopped the three things I was doing at the time – taking notes,
rereading my workshop material and sending an email – and just took a breath.
As many
writers do, I often write from a source of pain or discomfort, from a
foundation or experience that has shaped and altered me in some way. I realized,
while listening to Shelby, that writing form a wound does nothing to establish
the healing process. Much like eating form a source of shame – or, put another
way, training just to eat, does nothing to help or advance my end goal. Rather,
accepting that the wound is there, and allowing it to heal … well hell. Now it
seems like there’s no other way. Yet again, Spalding has found a way to nestle
into my brain and my psyche, and has become another source of inspiration.
Onward and upward.
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