Flannery has helped me find me voice as she lead me to other southern writers. Their voices all contained the dialect of the their region, but the south is deep in us. They gave me the permission to speak the truth as I saw it.
I love this! I’m a songwriter drawn to lament and I am learning that’s a good thing. I don’t have to write corporate worship that would play on the radio, there are enough people out there and there is a need for those who do it well. But the Lord has made me with my particular love of the Psalms and desire to bring every emotion to His presence. And He is turning every painful part of my story into a place of intimacy with Him where I emerge with something not just for me anymore but to help others navigate this too. It’s taken me awhile to get here where I have embraced this calling but most of the time I believe my sad songs matter.
I always wanted to be a writer - as my dad should have been - I have a letter (written in pencil) that he started to his mother while in England that turned into a marvelous little story, and, of course, was never sent...he wanted to be a writer but had to take over his dad's hardware store....I wrote what I called a novel around 7th grade (numerous 3 ring binders full) and then in a fit of teenage craziness a few years later burned it - what a regret. As lovely as 17th century poetry is, I am glad you have moved on to other things - you have so much to give and give it so freely. Thank you.
Very helpful and down to earth! This line struck me: “You find your voice by chipping away everything that has accumulated on top of it and obscured it.” Yes, we sort of build a protective layer of our voice, or we “mumble” tentatively. If they don’t hear me they can’t hurt me.
forgot to say that the letter my dad wrote was written while he was serving in England during WWII in an Army Air Corps bombardier unit (here was no Air Force at that time)...he flew before, during, and after bombing sorties over Europe taking pictures of potential targets, execution of the bombing, and success or not afterwards. We have tons of incredible pictures. We have a newspaper clipping where his unit was given special recognition by King George VI.
Flannery has helped me find me voice as she lead me to other southern writers. Their voices all contained the dialect of the their region, but the south is deep in us. They gave me the permission to speak the truth as I saw it.
This is beautiful and motivates me to continue writing. Thank you! The cohorts sound like a great offering.
I love this! I’m a songwriter drawn to lament and I am learning that’s a good thing. I don’t have to write corporate worship that would play on the radio, there are enough people out there and there is a need for those who do it well. But the Lord has made me with my particular love of the Psalms and desire to bring every emotion to His presence. And He is turning every painful part of my story into a place of intimacy with Him where I emerge with something not just for me anymore but to help others navigate this too. It’s taken me awhile to get here where I have embraced this calling but most of the time I believe my sad songs matter.
I always wanted to be a writer - as my dad should have been - I have a letter (written in pencil) that he started to his mother while in England that turned into a marvelous little story, and, of course, was never sent...he wanted to be a writer but had to take over his dad's hardware store....I wrote what I called a novel around 7th grade (numerous 3 ring binders full) and then in a fit of teenage craziness a few years later burned it - what a regret. As lovely as 17th century poetry is, I am glad you have moved on to other things - you have so much to give and give it so freely. Thank you.
Very helpful and down to earth! This line struck me: “You find your voice by chipping away everything that has accumulated on top of it and obscured it.” Yes, we sort of build a protective layer of our voice, or we “mumble” tentatively. If they don’t hear me they can’t hurt me.
What great opportunity!
You do a fabulous job expressing your voice & encouraging others to do so, too. Thank you!
forgot to say that the letter my dad wrote was written while he was serving in England during WWII in an Army Air Corps bombardier unit (here was no Air Force at that time)...he flew before, during, and after bombing sorties over Europe taking pictures of potential targets, execution of the bombing, and success or not afterwards. We have tons of incredible pictures. We have a newspaper clipping where his unit was given special recognition by King George VI.
I like the idea of this writing cohort, but I will be driving to Alaska for the second half of May. I will bide my time for another opportunity.