About Me

Welcome to my blog.  I hope you find the reading enjoyable. I've recently changed the format in an effort to push myself to write a little bit more. The goal is writing every day - even if it's just a quote to send out into the cosmic void.

In Poets and Writers, a magazine publication I used to get (can't afford them all and don't have time to read them all anymore...) there was a monthly post entitled "Why We Write" in which people sent in the joys of putting words on the paper. I always wondered what I might say if I was to send in my story. I think it'd go something like this:

I never wanted to be a writer. How's that for an opening line? It has the attention getting hook that we so desperately look for in our work, the one that makes people read the next sentence. And it's true. My writing in high school scorned the paper, spurned the English language as if I had not spoken it my entire life. I couldn't string ten words together without an error, a fact my mother readily told me. In college, the first paper I submitted returned to me with a lovely note from Dr. Scott, "See me. There's nothing in here worth reading." There wasn't. I could be hurt by his forthright and direct approach to the disaster of my paper, but deep down I knew it was true. I could not write. He carefully took me through my paper, word by word, sentence by sentence to show me that in fact, my words meant nothing - no connectivity, no passion, no thought, and certainly no style. He challenged me to be better and he was the first one that had ever done so. It mattered. I worked at writing and even though I had no aspirations of it being any part of my future, I knew the ability to artfully construct a sentence would open doors for me even if my passage through them didn't require another punctuated thought. I became a dancer; and after that, a dance teacher. Very little writing required other than scribbles on notebook paper of choreographed steps and music variations: no complete sentences, no selective choice of words, no secret meanings in the text. And this creative outlet was enough. More than enough. I still was not a reader.


I married in the year 2000 to a solider stationed at Ft. Stewart, GA. His schedule was hectic and I spent a lot of time alone. I taught health at the local middle school because they didn't have dance and a job I still needed. I spent my days talking about bodily systems to giggling boys and girls, and my nights watching television - a mindless activity of which I can now barely stand to do. A book fair at school caught my attention and I wandered through the rows of literature suddenly awe struck at this world I'd ignored for so long. I bought Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I opened the pages to the magical world inside and while losing myself in Hogwart's castle, I lost myself in language along the way. I had to have the next book and the next and so on and so forth. I began searching for stories that captured my attention and unpacked boxes of books from my high school and college years that I'd barely skimmed, mostly because the Cliff's Notes companion sat right next to them. I re-read every classic and for the first time, I heard them. Their life, their voice, their character - the fear in Boo Radley's steps as he ventures out of his home, the trepidation of Odysseus when making choices amidst the Cyclops, Mr. Darcy's love for Elizabeth Bennet, Snowball's anger in Animal Farm; every emotion welling up in me as if I'd been dead, a corpse wandering the streets sated in a world of boredom now coming back to life hungry. Shakespeare - oh Shakespeare, how had I not loved you all this time?


Dancing became something I used to do, a past time of my younger days - this choice was not for lack of desire, but for lack of time because in 2003 I become a mother; a mother determined to not let the world of fiction slip through her son's hands. But, even in my fictional world and my happy life, the creative drive still bubbled inside me. Dancing used to quell its flame, but that was no longer a choice. I asked myself what brings me the most pleasure? Reading. So, why not try my hand at writing? And so I did.

My own work remains "in-progress" it seems.

I hope you'll stop by often!

4 comments:

  1. Hi Cresta, I've nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. You deserve it. http://missyfrye.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/versatile-blogger-award/

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  2. Thank you! I was part of this not too long ago and it is an honor to be nominated again. I will have to repost my blog from it! I appreciate it.

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  3. Cresta, My Dear, I've nominated you for another award. The Sunshine Award. http://missyfrye.wordpress.com/2012/06/09/the-sunshine-award-thanks-for-noticing-me/ Not only have you been a tremendous help in my writing, your blog also makes me smile.

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