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On Writing: Why Reading Matters

29 Sep

Today, I’m SO EXCITED to introduce you to my friend and writer/university English professor, Renee Ronika Klug, who is guesting for Rogue Writer.

Renee Ronika Klug

Renee Ronika Klug

Renee and I met years ago, when she started a writer’s group in Phoenix (she currently resides in Colorado). Not to mention, her brother introduced me to my longtime boyfriend.

But onto the stuff you’re here for. After you’re done reading her post, check out Renee’s personal blog, Quiet Anthem, and through her bio below, learn about the writing community Renee founded. She’s currently seeking submissions (hint, hint).

So … please welcome Renee to Rogue Writer:

ON WRITING: WHY READING MATTERS

By Renee Ronika Klug 

“The greatest part of a writer’s time is spent in reading, in order to write; a man will turn over half a library to make one book.” – Samuel Johnson

Eleven years ago, I went to New York to earn an MFA in creative writing, to learn how to write, to develop craft, to find my calling. I found it on Tuesday, September 11, 2001, in a classroom where before me sat 25 composition students wondering how to react. We overcame the semester, in part, by reading.

During that semester I was also taking two literature courses—one on Russians, the other on Americans—and my only writing was in lesson plans, reaction papers, and final essays. I read at least a thousand pages a week.

The following semester, I sat down one afternoon—after having scolded myself for not writing fiction in over six months—and wrote a complete short story, sixteen pages, in one sitting. It’s the only story I’ve never had to revise. It was also the story that readers most responded to and resonated with.

I believe that by turning over libraries—from Chekhov to Twain to Carver—I received my greatest lesson from graduate school and for teaching: reading well makes us better writers.

It is from Chekhov that we are warned about the gun hanging on the wall in the first act: it must go off by the third; from Twain, we understand that a word can impact the reader either like lightning or like the lightning bug; from Carver, we discover that we are not our characters, but they are us.

Reading good literature—the kind we’d like to write—infuses us with a knowledge that goes beyond what we may learn from textbooks or lectures: good literature settles deep within us so, when we write, we can summon what we’ve received from our predecessors—to emulate, to build.

Think about the books you’ve admired, the ones that have stayed with you in dreams. You can still remember how you felt when you came to the final paragraph. Every idea, every character, every sentence, every word has instructed you on how to write. Now it’s your turn: be confident in your familiarity of craft, in your ability to revise later, in your library within, and write your next story or essay or novel or memoir, illuminating all that you know, all that you are, and all that you’ve been called to share.

MY QUESTION TO YOU: What authors/books have influenced your writing most? How has your writing evolved because of what you’ve gleaned from literature?

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Renee Ronika Klug is a writer and English professor. She has a bachelor’s degree in English from Biola University and an MFA in Creative Writing from Long Island University. Her non-fiction, poetry, and fiction has been—or will be—published in Relief: A Christian Literary Expression, The Blackbird Press, The Penwood Review, and Burnside Writers Collective. In 2010, her short story “Fathers” received an Honorable Mention by Glimmer Train Press. The essays on her blog share what she has learned about overcoming—as a survivor of child abuse, a writer, an educator, a Christian, a wife, and a mother: www.quietanthem.blogspot.com. She is the founding editor of The Anthem Exposition, an online writing community for women to share their stories of having overcome any of life’s adversities: www.anthemexposition.com. Renee’s goal—in life and writing—is to see women healed and communities built. She lives with her husband, a composer and pianist, and their two young daughters. She is currently writing her spiritual memoir.

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6 Awesome Writers & Bloggers to Check Out!

22 Sep

Today I have six bloggers and writers I want you to meet. Not only were they the first six to comment on my post this Monday recognizing my 1-year blog birthday (thus the special post today), but each has a unique perspective or style to offer.

I personally visited each of their blogs, read some of their posts, and drafted the summaries below. These are some of my loyal blog followers as well, so give them some comment/subscriber love today! Please, visit their sites and see what they’re about:

1. Blake Dean’s Blog

http://blakedean.blogspot.com/

Blake never sticks to a schedule of what he’s going to post, or when. That’s because he runs things his way, and each post is different from the last. Blake’s blog is a collection of his life events, thoughts and changes.

2. Rub Hub: Tip me or Else …

http://rubhub.wordpress.com/

A fun, kinda quirky, but very real blog about the author’s massage career (don’t you just love the name?). She also writes about her life, her family, and finding herself in-between it all.

3. It’s Not My Thault

http://thault.wordpress.com/

Political, technological, economic, and … Boy Scouts? Yes, this blog is run by a student (I’ll admit, I’m not sure what grade–high school or college–but his writing reads like the analysis of a college student). He talks about everything from the Anonymous hacking group, to Egyptian rioting, and the 4G networks.

4. My Sardinian Life

http://laavventura.wordpress.com/

Jennifer Avventura is a 30-something married Canadian woman living in Italy. Wowza! If you’re into traveling and food, you’ll want to check out this blog. Find entries on everything from hunting season in Sardinia to dwellings of Babylon.

5. My First Blog of 2011

http://babyjill7.wordpress.com/

Give Marilyn Griffin a hand! This is her first blog of 2011, and according to one of her posts, she may begin another in 2012. Her theme the first time around? “My Experiences/My Special Ed Kids.” Read Marilyn’s unique style of telling stories through line breaks and pictures.

6. Wordsxo

http://www.wordsxo.com/

Julia Munroe Martin is a professional freelance writer and editor, and she blogs from the coast of Maine. Why name her blog wordsxo? In her own words, “Wordsxo stands for: loves words or word love.” And that’s exactly what Julia blogs about: writing and the writing life.

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I’m 1-Year Today! Post YOUR Blog’s Link to Celebrate

19 Sep

Exactly one year ago today (Sept. 19, 2010), Rogue Writer was born. The infant post? Writer’s Block Anonymous.

In all actuality, I first began my blog a few months before then. However, it was something completely different: a gardening blog entitled, Peanuts and Watermelon. I never actually started a garden, though.

So, I’ll cut to the chase. Over the past year, I worked to grow Rogue Writer’s presence. It’s still gaining traction, but it went from no subscribers, to more than 230. So this 1-year birthday isn’t about me.

It’s about YOU.

Thank you for reading my work. Thank you for sharing my posts. Thank you for supporting me by simply visiting my site, and for telling your friends about me. Without you, this would be a very lonely birthday.

In honor of my 1-year birthday today:

Please post YOUR blog’s link to my comments section below. Feel free to include a brief summary of your blog. Go ahead, promote yourself to the world!

The first 6 commentators will get a post on Rogue Writer this Thursday …

… dedicated to them and their sites (one post highlighting 6 blogs and their authors).

This is my way of saying, “Thanks!” Are you ready? Set? Go! …

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[UPDATE as of 9 a.m., Arizona time ... The first six comments have been posted, but the newest comments show first! So keep posting your blog links for exposure!]

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I’m Tired of Writing

15 Sep

Do you ever feel that way? Wiped clean. Buzzed dry. Rolled flat.

Yea, that’s me today. And I’m not afraid to say it. I’m a writer, who for once, is sick of writing.

Gasp! I know, right?

But here’s the thing. I do it all day for my job. I do it after work for my freelancing. I do it on the weekends for my short stories and my novel. I even scribble down ideas during lunch break for this blog.

Seriously, is there something wrong with me?

I usually love writing. I always thought you can never grow sick of your deepest passion. But today—at 29 years old and feeling like a sap—I proved myself wrong.

Maybe it’s not the writing. Maybe it’s the constant working toward a goal that seems so far off. Maybe I’m just tired in general of seeing others float while I have to fight. And maybe it sometimes just feels a bit UNFAIR.

But then I remind myself that all writers struggle. Just like artists and musicians. Because if you want to live and breathe the art, that’s the only way you’ll ever truly make it. 

But you know what? I think today, I feel like dancing instead.

So to heck with any more writing right now. I’m gonna turn on the music and boogie down…

MY QUESTION TO YOU: Do you ever suffer burnout? And if so, how do you get over it?

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[Note: I'm opening up my blog for more guest-posting. Do you have an idea you want to write for "Rogue Writer?" Or do you want me to write something for your site? Contact me and let me know!]
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9/11 is the Day I Learned to Hate

10 Sep

I learned to hate not a particular person, but an idea. A way of thinking. Sept. 11, 2001 is the day I learned to hate organized religions—all of them.

That’s because the night of Sept. 10 was the first time someone I loved revealed his anti-Semitic side to me. He showed me that although he can say words like, “I love you” and “I want to marry you someday,” he also had the ability to say, “All Jews are arrogant.”

I remember I slept in the morning of Sept. 11 because of that fight. I was 19 years old and missed my first class at the local community college. I’d just walked out of the shower, wrapped in towels, when my phone rang. It was my father.

“Are you OK?” he asked me, his voice cracking.

My stomach dropped. How could he know what happened last night? Nervous, I sucked it up and said, “Yea Dad, everything’s fine. Why?”

“Haven’t you seen the news?”

Borrowed from Google Images

Hair still dripping, I flipped on the T.V. and watched in solidarity with the rest of America, as smoke billowed into the heavens  from two magnificent towers. And I knew why my father wept.

My parents are both New Yorkers.

Later they said it was terrorism. They said it was Islamic extremists. But I knew … I knew. It was religion. Divisive. Hateful. Demonic.

Religion was the reason a boy no longer wanted to marry me. And religion was the reason 3,000 people died that fateful day.

 

Remember to love in honor of those who died

Yes, Sept. 11 is the day I learned to hate. You may ask, “Why share my story today, when so many other bloggers will be doing the same—on the 10-year anniversary of 9/11?”

Borrowed from Google Images

Truth is, I’ve never written about Sept. 11 until now. It’s crazy to think we have a whole generation of kids growing up who know nothing but a perpetual state of war in this country. They’ll never know what it was like to fly without paranoia, to live without the Patriot Act, to be at peace with most of the world.

So many died on Sept. 11, 2001. And so many more died serving their country in the wars that followed. So many heroes saved lives, and so many lives were ruined.

I’m writing today to say in these past 10 years—since I learned to hate—I’ve learned to love again. I’ve forgiven myself and found new (and better) happiness with someone else. I’ve learned the difference between religion and faith.

I wish and hope our country can do the same.

In honor of every victim of Sept. 11, I want you to remember that love heals. It pushes the world forward, and it inspires. Let’s never forget Sept. 11 by striving to be the country we were before that fateful day. Let’s have faith in each other again, and honor those we lost by opening our hearts.

MY QUESTION TO YOU: What images and/or emotions does this profound day—the 10-year anniversary of 9/11—evoke for you? Looking back, what has been your greatest lesson, whether in life, or in your writing?

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What Happened to the Need for Volunteers?

1 Sep

I’m a 29-year-old professional woman, college-educated, and I’m dying to volunteer for my neighborhood’s at-risk kids.  

There’s just one problem: no one wants my help.

Today is one of those days I’m veering off-topic. And yes, perhaps this is a bit of a rant. But I see something wrong–very wrong–with my recent discovery. And I cannot remain silent.

What I want(ed) to do 

I grew up in the vibrant dance culture of Phoenix, Ariz. (yes, we do have one, believe-it-or-not). I danced ballet, jazz, lyrical … 15 hours a week. I helped put myself through college by teaching dance.

And now that I work a professional 9-5, I want to teach it again. Except this time, I don’t want to be paid. I want to volunteer as a dance teacher and mentor for teenage girls in my neighborhood’s high school dance program.

It’s a Title 1 school. That means it receives federal funds because many of its students are at-risk, from low-income households.

Since this summer, I’ve been trying to call the school. I’ve left messages with the principal, the office staff, and even the staff dance teacher. I went so far as to call the SCHOOL DISTRICT and leave a message for their volunteer coordinator.

Not a single call back.

I guess our local school districts, which are scrounging for money, don’t need free help from its community’s professionals, who by the way, pay property taxes to support education.

Walter Cronkite had a volunteer high-school mentor.

Did you know that? I’m currently reading his autobiography. The man was a professional journalist in Walter’s community. He volunteered to teach and mentor the neighborhood high school kids once or twice a week.

Walter Cronkite, as we know him, would probably never have existed without this great volunteer.

Have you ever seen the movie, “Stand and Deliver?” It’s about the infamous math teacher, Jaime Escalante, who taught at-risk high school students calculus. Jaime, a Bolivian educator, came to Garfield High School from a computer factory, where he served as a star technician.

In today’s world of public education, neither Jaime nor Walter’s mentor would have made it to the classroom. No one would have bothered to call them back.

Yes, I’m angry! And you should be, too.

What happened to this country’s appreciation for volunteers? When did it become so HARD to help, for free, in your community? When did we become so selfish, that we think only to use our communties as resources–to better ourselves?

I come from a family of teachers. My mother was a teacher, my father was a teacher. My boyfriend’s mother is a teacher. I have cousins who are teachers. It runs in my blood. And yet, I cannot get involved.

Is anyone else seeing what’s happening here?

Yes, perhaps there are many reasons why I haven’t gotten a call back. But after leaving multiple messages for multiple people, I think the message is clear. They don’t want my help. Because to them, it’s not about the kids.

This makes me wonder, what other opportunities are being denied to our youth in the public school system? Who else have they not called back?

I’m not a parent. So I urge every parent out there to find out. Ask questions. Because apparently, it’s no longer the American way to step up and volunteer for your community’s youth.

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