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MFA in Creative Writing

The Life Experiences That Inspired My Writing

My stories are about healing.

Specifically, I am interested in how love can heal our deepest wounds and transform our lives. However, for my characters to need healing, they had to experience some form of trauma. And if you have read my work, you know that the trauma that my characters face is real and raw.

I’ll never forget reading a comment for Maple Creek from a reader who had left an abusive husband. She said, “We spent three months in a women’s shelter. I knew when I started reading this book, what it was about. Very good writing.”

Now if I’m being honest, overall, Maple Creek was in many ways a mistake and a stain on my career. I was inexperienced in publishing and I was in a very dark place in my life mentally and emotionally. I didn’t have an editor, and the moment I finished the book my cursor hovered over the button to delete the manuscript permanently.

In a moment of panic I published the book typos and all to save it from being wiped out of existence… by me. I told myself that if even one person liked it, I would continue my writing career. But there was no way anyone would like it, right? And needless to say, the book created some pretty reviews. most of the initial emotional reactions to the book were anger and disgust. Part of me felt validated in my low self-esteem.

But then, something remarkable happened:

The book received good reviews, too.

And not just good reviews, but some reviews that the book had been an emotional journey for the readers, that they related to it, loved it, and were sharing it with their friends.

How could a disaster of a manuscript like that receive any positive reviews?

The answer is this: because the story, in many ways, was true.

Obviously the characters and setting were fiction, but the deeper truth behind what the characters were expereincing was real.

I had been in and out of dangerous and abusive relationships, just like Sarah. And just like Sarah, I had a complicated relationship with my parents and the places from my past. And the inspiration behind Sarah and Emily’s love sprouted from the recent realizations that I, too, wasn’t straight. I’m an asexual panromantic. I’d had feelings for men and women, including trans women. And my relationship with sex had been complicated by my orientation coupled with the abuse and social pressures that I faced being raised as a girl in a hyper-sexual culture. And yes, many of my friends are queer and trans, and they have faced the same discrimination that the characters in the book did.

All of my stories, from books like Caravan or Miner of Mine to short stories like “Hope” are based on the personal traumas and healing experiences from my own life.

That’s why I went back and had editors fix them instead of deleting them. That’s why I continued to write and went on to find deeper healing, which I now continue to reflect in my stories and share with readers.

Because life isn’t perfect.

When we make mistakes, we need to heal them, not throw ourselves away. Because we need to know that we aren’t alone in the world. And most of all, because I want my stories to remind my readers that there is love in the world, and no matter what trauma we face, we can heal.

Oh…Hello (A Micro Story)

I couldn’t believe my sister had set me up on a date with her boyfriend’s buddy. It was embarrassing enough to be 27 and single. But to have my baby sister setting me up with some stranger was almost too awkward to handle. I knew in Islamic culture it was common to have an arranged marriage, but as an American revert I was not used to this much family involvement in my personal life.

Yet, there I was: waiting at a booth in the corner of the Thai restaurant for him. I sipped on the ice water the waitress had left on the table with the menu, and pretended to look it over, peeking over the top every few seconds. I wasn’t sure who I was looking for, but I figured I would know him when I saw him.

A few minutes passed, and then he walked in. I couldn’t believe who I saw walking over to my table. I knew him, and my memory of him was not fond. The tall, hipsterly-handsome (but definitely not a stranger) strolled over to the table and took a seat across from me, flashing me a bright white smile through a stubbly beard. He hadn’t had the beard when I had seen him back in high school, but I could definitely tell it was him.

“Hi, I’m Richard Mathis. I’m Keith’s friend.” He offered his hand for me to shake it for a spit second then pulled it back and shifted awkwardly in his seat. “I’m sorry. It was a reflex. I shake hands at work all day.”

“I’m Jenny Miller.”

“I see you wear a hijab,” he said in an almost excited tone.

“I do. I’m a Muslim,” I shrugged, going back to look at the menu.

“Mashallah! Me, too.That must be why Keith and Brittany thought we should meet.”

“Yeah, maybe. And here we are. Meeting for the first time,” I said with a little more sarcasm than I meant it to.

He picked up the menu and started looking it over, his hand shielding his eyes like it was bright in there or something.

“Again, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have tried to shake your hand and that we shouldn’t have any physical contact as Muslims. I didn’t mean to offend you. It was just a reflex.”

The waitress swooped over after giving the table beside us their steaming bowls of yellow curry, saving me from the embarrassing and infuriating conversation. The curry smelled wonderful, but my stomach was hurting, and I was afraid I might not have an appetite for dinner anymore.

“So, you know what you want? Do you want something to drink other than water?” She asked.

“Like maybe some fruit punch?” I grumbled under my breath.

“No, the water is fine. Thank you. What would you like to eat, Jenny?” He was still smiling at me, but a little less enthusiastically now.

“Curry noodle soup with tofu please.”

“I’ll try the same,” he nodded in agreement handing the waitress our menu. She hurried away and disappeared into the back.

“So…” I tried to look anywhere but him, but my anxiety got the best of me and my hand slipped off my glass of water, dumping it all over the table and spilling onto his lap. “Oh, crap! I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t do that on purpose!”

He just laughed, cleaning up what he could with the cloth napkins from our silverware. “I guess we are even now.”

“Wait. You mean you remember?”

“How could I not?” His smile faded, and his gaze returned to me, looking a bit defeated. “I was hoping you didn’t recognize me. I’m so sorry for what I did to you.”

“You mean spilling an entire glass of punch on my light pink prom dress so I had to leave only a few minutes after I got there?”

He cringed, “Yeah, that.”

“You didn’t even apologize. You just ran away. What the heck was that about?”

“You want the truth? I was bringing you a glass and was going to ask you to dance with me. I knew neither of us had a date, and I had like the biggest crush on you. When I spilled the drink on you I was so mortified I ran away, hid in my car, and left shortly after.”

“Really?” I asked, my mouth agape. The water was still dripping a bit off the table.

“Yes,” he muttered, looking back down at the table and finishing soaking up the water with his napkin. His clothes were wet down the front, but he didn’t bother much with them.

He put his face in his hands, and we were both silent for a moment. I felt like such a jerk. I couldn’t believe I’d held onto that anger for so long. But now I had the truth. And it was time to share mine.

“You know what?”

“What?” he lifted his head up to look at me.

“I would have said yes.”

“Yes to what?”

“Dancing with you. I would have said yes.”

A bright smile spread across his face, and his deep dark eyes glistened at me. “Really?”

I nodded and held my hand out for a handshake. At first, he resisted with a raised eyebrow.

“Let’s start over. Hi, I’m Jenny. I’m okay with handshakes. Just don’t try anything else.” I chuckled.

“Nice to meet you, Jenny. I’m Richard.”

The waitress returned with our food, which we both ate with goofy grins on our faces. Starting over was a blessing. And this time, he got up the courage to ask me his question: Would I like to go on another date with him?

And I said yes.

Tips and Tricks for Writer’s Block

Writer’s block sucks. And whether you are a seasoned writer or a new writer, this feeling is probably all too familiar. (Congrats if you haven’t had it yet. But I would read this post just in case…)

Here are some of the ways I fix writer’s block. See if any of these work for you!

1. Take a break. Don’t try to write, don’t think about writing, nothing. Go for a walk, cook a meal, or so anything else but write. Sometimes writing can be like when you can’t remember the name of a song. Just stop thinking about it and your brain will find the answer for you.

2. Use a random word generator. There are generators for almost everything now. Just Google which one you want and you can get lists of words, places, names, traits, and more!

3. Become your character. If possible, go to the same place or situation your characters are in. By immersing yourself in their world, it can be easier to write about.

4. Story prompts. There are books and card decks filled with prompts for various genres. Open randomly or just flip through until you find one that sparks your imagination.

5. Read your favorite book. It’s your favorite for a reason, right? Let it inspire your own words.

6. Ask “what if” questions. Storytelling is very much a game of “What if?” Neil Gaiman once said in an interview about coming up with story ideas, that it was about asking these questions. He gave the example, “What if a werewolf bit a goldfish?”

I hope some of these ideas helped! I know they have helped me over the years.

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Happy Writing!

5 Tips for Character Development

If you have found some of your recent characters to be flat, or maybe they just don’t feel as real as they do in your head, here are 5 tips to help your characters become the best versions of themselves!

  1. Give them a few quirks. Characters, like real people, should have little things that make them unique. Everything from a favorite food or color to a superstition or pet peeve. If you can show your characters with these little things, the readers will be able to better relate to them and create more meaningful connections with the characters.
  2. Backstory… All your characters existed and had lives before their debut moment in the book. So, even if a character seems too small to have a backstory, write them one. Even just a few sentences can go a long way in making sure the character has authentic interactions with the others.
  3. Good or Bad? Both! No one is all good or all bad. Even fictional characters. So, make sure you give your protagonists flaws and your antagonists a shred of goodness. It will round them out as a complete person. No one is perfect, and they shouldn’t be, either.
  4. Goals. Like with the backstory, make sure your characters all have a goal they want to achieve including the “why” they want to do it. Even if you never plan to let them achieve this goal, or it seems too small or too distant from the main plot to matter, make sure your characters all have hopes and dreams that get them out of bed in the morning. We all do, and your readers will appreciate having that in common with the characters.
  5. Picture them. If you don’t have their physical appearance down to the tiny details, find some free stick photos and choose one that will represent your character when you write. Sometimes we just need a little visual boost to get our descriptions just right.

I hope these help you in your writing journey!

Happy writing 🙂

Exploring the Charm of Small-Town Romance Settings

I love writing small-town romance. And millions of people love to read it. But why is a small-town romance so intriguing? What is so romantic about being stuck in the middle of nowhere?

Well, here are the top 5 reasons small towns would make romantic backdrops for your latest love story.

  1. Slow-Paced Days – In the city life your characters have to deal with crowds, stressful commutes, and the hustle and bustle of a demanding work schedule. People are always around and breathing down their neck and there is very little alone time unless they are in their home. However, in a small-town setting, privacy is easy to find, which can add to the intimacy of even the simplest scenes. Your characters will be able to relax, and take it slow.
  2. Beautiful Landscapes – From charming farmland in the deep south to wide open western landscapes, small towns are known for having a plethora of natural beauty. Sure, the fancy dining found in Manhattan can be romantic, but being kissed at a picnic in a field of wildflowers at sunset definitely has a special something to it, too!
  3. Everyone is Family – In small towns most people are either related or very close friends. Everyone knows everyone, so being welcomed into a warm, close-knit community can feel really special for your characters. This allows your characters to experience a wide range of love: from romantic to platonic to familial.
  4. Secrets to Uncover – Since not many people go down the dirt roads or through the fields in these settings, it can be easy to uncover secrets that might be hidden there. Discovering new things and having secrets with each other is a fun way to add depth to your plot and bring your characters even closer together.
  5. Giving Up Their Life for Love – Oftentimes, your main character won’t be from this remote place. (And your reader probably isn’t, either.) They will usually have to leave their life behind if they choose to stay in this place with their new found love. Leaving it all behind and starting a new life is a very romantic idea for many readers. I mean, who hasn’t wished they could just drop everything and run away? So, having your romance blossom in this sort of small-town setting can play into this fantasy for your readers.

Happy Writing! 🙂