Beryl Singleton Bissell | One Writer's View

"How do you ever get any writing done with a view like this?" they ask. Yesterday I had several such visitors -- a reader from Wisconsin who brought her daughter and her husband, another reader from the Twin Cities who arrived with her hubby and four ears of freshly grown corn, a young man and his two small children who wanted to see the small shed where I write.
This view is actually one of the reasons I became a writer. Moving to this pristine and fairly remote area nine years ago changed me from a writing hopeful into an actual author. Prior to moving here, I'd worked for a literary publisher in Minneapolis where, surrounded by great writing, I'd wondered what I had to say that others hadn't said already -- until I overheard my son proclaim that he thought he was damned because his mother had been a nun and his father a priest.

I am now working on the sequel to that memoir and two weeks from now, on Friday, August 24 at 10:45 a.m., will speak about it on Minnesota Public Radio (MPR). The host of MPRs Midmorning Show, Kerri Miller interviewed me last summer when THE SCENT OF GOD was released and wants to know how the sequel, which deals with the sudden violent death of my beautiful, tormented 24-year-old daughter, is progressing.
Like all mothers who have lost children to murder or suicide, I wrestle with overwhelming grief and a sense of failure that my love could not protect or save my daughter. As I gather hundreds of pages of notes from my journals and medical and psychiatric records, I find myself -- not trying to resolve the mystery of my daughter's death (which remains unsolved in the files of the homicide division of Minneapolis police department) -- but in trying to uncover the child that lay beneath the façade she presented to others. I realize that I really did not know or understand my daughter and so I think of this book as a "looking for" rather than a "losing of" Francesca. And daily, as I did with my first book, I walk Lake Superior's shoreline to ponder how best to tell this story. And then I return to my writing shed to summon the words I need.
I wonder how the places you've lived have affected or changed your lives. I am offering a free signed copy of THE SCENT OF GOD to one of you who shares your experience in a comment to this blog. Wishing you peace and every good.
Beryl is the author of THE SCENT OF GOD and was named "Best of 2006 Minnesota Authors" by the Minneapolis Star Tribune. Her book was a Book Sense notable for April 2006.
You can visit Beryl at her website: berylsingletonbissell.com, or, at Gather, or her blog/
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5 Comments:
Beryl, Sounds like you have a beautiful view, better than mine of a refrigerator. But to be honest I chose it, better than a blank wall.
But a view of the water always sounds wonderful to someone in Texas. Especially if it's blue or green or anything other than brown.
A refrigerator! That's a riot. Does that mean that you write in the kitchen? Knowing myself, and how I sometimes dance around my writing, finding all sorts of reasons why I can't do it "now," writing in the kitchen might just help me become a good rather than a reluctant cook.
By the way, fort those of you who come late to this blog, I am extending the comment prize through the end of the month of August.
In small towns I'm affected by the gossip that seems to run rampant. People do not consider the feelings of others or bother to even ask the person if something they heard is true - no, they go about wagging their tongues at the local coffee shop.
In big cities one has to be more careful of safety of oneself, belongings and vehicle. Therefore, one is always on guard as to being safe.
Case in point on small towns: upon moving to the town where we now live I found out 6 months later that the rumor was that I had had an affair with my now dh whilst his wife was dying from cancer(there are relatives of his first wife living here); I never met dh until after his wife's passing so that goes to show you- someone got wires crossed and proceeded to spread a rumor instead of finding out facts.
** I often say I'd rather live in a large city where a stranger might not feel safe to say hi back to you rather than living in a small town where people who know of you don't even bother to say hi.
Wow. Yes. Small towns can be cruel. We too have experienced the anguish of unjust accusations by people we once thought were friends. But this same small town environment has provided me with some extraordinarily rich and lasting true friendships.
Robynl,
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Faye
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