Childhood Imagination Sows Seeds of Future Brilliance
Me and my soul have become friends, and neither is capable now of betraying the other. So then, must I not take care of the words I use that bear witness to my soul in the world? (inspired by Paolo Coelho) Niamh Clune 2014
I was asked once to describe my idea of good writing…the kind of writing to which I aspire…
The wordsmith is a mother. And like any mother, she needs ultimate patience with her children. She must coax, stage-direct, edit and discipline the soul of each and every word ~ from smallest to largest. She wants her children to grow into beautiful prose that uplifts and allows Soul into life. She teaches her sentences to be uncluttered by adverbs and adjectives. She does not encourage them to be overly lofty, yet expects them to be thoughtful. She delights in what words do, how they sound, taste and feel ~ how, when combined with care, they sing a melody, weave a tale, excite a rhythm, strum a heart, or open the mind’s eye.
She wants you to enjoy the fruits of her labour. After all, to craft her children well, she has taken Heaven by storm and stolen fire from the gods to nourish the parching hearts of those who stray into her garden in need of nourishment or solace.
She is not afraid of defiance.
Her grammar is good ~ good enough to challenge the rules. She believes in consistency and can’t abide sloppy metaphors. She wants her characters to think and feel independently; intimacies should speak from one heart to another.
She re-arranges words to paint pictures of light as well as dark and is brave enough to shrink from neither. Even if she describes Hell, she does so, beautifully…
(c) 2014 Niamh Clune