Looking Up – a blog poem in gratitude of pandemic silver linings

I used to believe that writers had to find an idyllic spot rich in atmosphere before they could be creative. But now? Let’s just say I’m not convinced that things are quite so black and white.

Ever thought about performing improv? Standing in front of an eager crowd with no script, no back-up music—nothing but your wits? I’ve had heart-thumping nightmares that were less stress-inducing. I love watching improv but performing it? 

Kari Jones’s novel Shimmy is about Lila, a young, determined belly dancer, who is invited to join a competitive and prestigious studio.  I asked Kari a few questions about her novel and her connection to the characters and events she describes.

Jeff’s novel At Ease, is about Will, a young classical violinist who dreams of life as a performer. But when he gets a chance to play for more than just his teacher, self-doubt and fear of failure turn performing into an utterly terrifying experience.

I love this part of the process in which all things are possible and I get to consider every wacky “what if” I can dream up. Sometimes you just have to toss the plot scarves in the air.

What if I looked at every minor success of my writing process as proudly and excitedly as I did each found puzzle piece? Now I celebrate every small victory, especially before the writing begins.