Writers are Clay, Life is the Mold

I believe that every experience a writer has shapes his or her writing. Everything we do informs and influences who we are, and therefore what we write. Some of the things are minor. If I read a really good book, maybe my writing sounds like that style for awhile. If I find something incredibly unjust, I get up on my soapbox and include that theme in a story. Writers are like sponges, soaking up what is all around them, and then wringing it out onto a page. We mimic real life so that it feels real when it’s being read, and the best way to do that is take what happens in our lives and re-purpose it for our writing (although this isn’t always a conscious process).

Then there are profound life events that can forever change the way we think and feel, which can drastically alter our writing. Marriage. Children. Divorce. Death. These experiences dig deep trenches within us which fill with pools of emotion. From these pools we have an even greater depth to pull from when we write.

When my Mom died after struggling with breast cancer on and off for almost a decade, I was profoundly changed as a person. My mom was the most important person in my life. There really are no words to describe what it was like to watch her die for years, and then lose her before I was even 30 years old. I wrote an entire novel for National Novel Writing Month in November trying to find the words, and they still seem inadequate.

So now, when I write, I try to find the right words to describe my character’s feelings. I blatantly scavenge from the feelings I feel having lost her. I write devastation better now than I did. I’m not afraid to be morbid and cynical. I don’t shy away from the hard scenes like I use to. My writing has lost it’s light-hearted, hopeful feel. Now all I seem to be able to write is horror and urban fantasy.

These changes to my writing might not make me a better writer, just a different one. There’s no going back now. I’ve lost some innocence. But I’ve gained experience, which heavily affects my writing. Although I firmly believe that we don’t all need to experience a traumatic loss for our writing to evolve. As I mentioned, just living each day makes us grow and change, so our writing inevitably matures and changes, as well.

It hasn’t been easy, but I’ve done some reflection on both how losing Mom has affected my writing, and also just some thoughts on loss in general on my own blog, if you have any interest in reading more. My post “Events that Changed my Writing” from last year, and my more recent post “The Thing About Loss.”

Thanks for reading.

Sara is a Kansas-grown author of the fantasy and horror persuasions. She is convinced that fantastical things are waiting for her just around the corner, and until she finds the right corner, she writes about those things instead.

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