Finding Your Voice

I saw John Grisham at a wedding last weekend.

That probably doesn't sound that cool to you, but I have to admit I was a little starstruck.

And I discovered that, in addition to being remarkably handsome, Grisham also has a powerful presence. He does not seem overbearing or imperious ... but you can sense that he's there, observing the world with a keen eye and sharp mind.

Ironically enough, today a colleague brought to my attention Grisham's recent address to graduates of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I found inspiration in his words and am posting them here as a reminder to myself to always strive for clarity, authenticity and truth in my writing.

Enjoy...


John Grisham’s Commencement Address, “Find a Voice”
The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, May 9, 2010

A voice has three essential elements.

The first is clarity. When I was in high school, I discovered the novels of John Steinbeck. He was and is my favorite writer. The Grapes of Wrath is a book I’ve read more than all others. I admire his talent for telling a story, his compassion for the underdog, but what I really admire is his ability to write so clearly. His sentences are often rich in detail and complex, but they flow with a clarity that I still envy. His characters are flawed and tragic, often complicated, but you understand them because they have been so clearly presented.

In life, we tend to ignore those who talk in circles, saying much but saying nothing. We listen to and follow those whose words, and ideas and thoughts and intentions are clear.

The second element is authenticity. Few things I like better in life than getting lost in a good book written by an author who is in full command of his subject matter, either because he has lived the story, or so thoroughly researched it. I read a lot of books written by other lawyers – legal thrillers, as they are called – I read them because I enjoy them, also I have to keep an eye on the competition. I can usually tell by page 3 if the author has actually been in a fight in a courtroom, or whether he’s simply watched too much television.

In life, we tend to discredit those who claim to be what they are not. We respect those who know their subject matter. We long for, and respect credibility.

The third element is veracity. In the past few years, the publishing industry has been scandalized by a handful of writers who wrote very compelling stories of their real-life adventures. These were good stories, they were well written, the voices were clear and seemingly authentic. They sold for big money, they were marketed aggressively, they were reviewed favorably, and then they were exposed for being what they really were – frauds fabrications, lies. The real-life adventures never happened. The books were pulled from the shelves. The publishers were embarrassed. Lawsuits were filed to retrieve the advances. And the writers’ voices have been forever silenced.

In life, finding a voice is speaking and living the truth.

A note on journaling

I love this piece by Melissa Donovan, "A Messy, Liberating Guide to Journal Writing," and could not identify with it more. I have tried just about every one of her 25 recommended ways to journal ... and I'm not done yet :)

And...I must admit that I too am partial to the Moleskine journal. I don't know how they do it, but there is something about the way a ballpoint pen runs across a Moleskine page - smooth as silk - that just can't be beat.

Happy Journaling.....

Summer Reading

Over the last month, I have read two fantastic novels by female authors relatively new on the literature scene.

The first - "Belong To Me" - was Marisa de los Santos' follow up to her 2005 novel, "Love Walked In." De los Santos writes with clarity, honesty and emotion ... and the characters in her books are people I would like to have as friends.

The characters in Kathryn Stockett's first novel, "The Help," are equally interesting and engaging, but in a completely different way. These ladies living in Jackson, Miss. in the 1960s represent a wide spectrum of strengths and weaknesses, passions and dreams. I am inspired by their sense of compassion for each other.

The summer isn't over yet, and I am already 20 pages in to what I can tell will be another good one: "Bird by Bird" by Anne Lamott.

Sultry Seville Nights

I imagine most everyone who has attended an authentic flamenco show has walked away like I did – with my jaw hanging open in amazement.
It is impossible NOT to be considerably stirred and confused by the sounds, movements and emotions one witnesses at a flamenco performance. And it is equally impossible not to want to share what you have seen, heard and felt with others. The question is how to do so.
Even if photography is permitted at a flamenco show, how much of the experience can a photo actually capture? What of flamenco can a series of still images convey?
A still photo fails to communicate the intrinsic elements of flamenco – sound and movement.
But is there any type of recording which can encapsulate those essential elements?
An audio recording could potentially capture the sound of flamenco, but its ability to do so is limited.
Even the highest quality recording would not do the artists justice. The guttural cadences and improvised percussion of flamenco would lose a dimension in translation. Its adamant stomps and lacerating cries would not slice through the air and resonate against the tile walls of the candlelit patio. It would be flat.
Moreover, an audio recording would divulge none of the invigorating visual elements of flamenco: the gleaming wood of the musician’s guitar; the delicate lace on the dancer’s dress; the expressions of agony, passion and rage on the artists’ faces; the dancer’s erotic hand flourishes, high-speed twirls and fervent thrashes … and the hummingbird blur of her hammering feet.
So … that leaves the option of a video recording -- a tried and true tool often used to convey and arouse emotion. But I would argue that even the most artistically rendered flamenco film would be bland compared to the real thing.
While film can communicate some sensory details, when it comes to recreating an entirely sensual experience, film falls short.
A video screen does not capture the play of light across a room -- the way it envelops certain faces in a warm glow, and brushes briefly against others before leaving them to the shadows.
When you watch flamenco on a movie screen, you will not you breathe the cool night air laced with honeysuckle, your eyes will not detect the sparkle of perspiration on the dancer’s face, nor will you feel the temperature rise as her body movements and footwork accelerate.
For me, the question of how to document the performance was rendered irrelevant because recording devices were not permitted. Instead, I jotted down notes throughout the performance in an attempt to capture the scene in words.
But it is not easy to find words which accurately describe the visual, auditory and emotional stimuli one encounters with flamenco.
Unpredictable. Desperate. Angry. Insistent. Fluid. Graceful. Soulful. Sultry.
The juxtaposition of these terms is a decent start …but does not even begin to paint the full picture.
In fact, I am not sure an encounter with flamenco can be recreated through any combination of words, images and sounds. I see it as one of those rare and beautiful creations rendered comprehensible only through personal experience.

Float On

Float On

A few weeks ago, I opened a copy of Richmond's Skirt magazine and promptly devoured three personal essays I found inside: Stacy Appel's "Undercurrents," Christine Mason Miller's "Time Out" and Phyllis Theroux's "Dream Time."

The theme and messages of this month's issue could not have come at a better time for me.

As I transition out of a job I held for three years and attempt to find my way along a new path of my own making, I have found myself feeling overwhelmed and anxious at the thought that I am in control of my own future.

What if I make the wrong decision and miss out on a golden opportunity? What if I take a step in one direction and then, a few years later, wish I had gone a different route?

The words of wisdom in these essays eased my anxieties and reassured me that I am in the right place for me right now.

I am nourished by the idea that sometimes the wisest choice we can make is to relinquish control and let the invisible currents of life "carry us forward with intelligence we can't quite perceive."