Sunday Series: Ramona Payne on Why I Write

In this Sunday Series, you’ll meet writers new and seasoned as they share what inspires them to put #PenToPaper. This week, welcome Ramona Payne, who writes about nurturing creativity with practice, exploration, and commitment.


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My writing starts with an experience, a question, and sometimes an awakening. From there I try to sort out why a particular story takes hold, what it means for me. I hope that by writing I can figure it out and start a conversation with others.

Although I have loved writing since I was a child, it took years before I called myself a writer. Saying you are a writer elicits so many questions. Some are easier, such as, “What do you write?” When I respond to this question, I explain my love for the essay form and then say my favorite genre is creative nonfiction. That term usually requires explanation—isn’t all writing creative?— but then I tell them I use the tools of the novelist while telling a true story. This seems to help them understand, and I can point to examples, such as essays, books, or magazine pieces that fall under this genre.

Then comes the inevitable second question “So have you written a book yet, are you published?” Even though my answer to that question is “Yes,” I had to learn that being published, the frequency of it or the recognition it can bring, cannot be my reason for writing. If I have labored over a work, it is often my intent to send it out, to share it with others. But first, I have to get over imagining the book cover, the catchy title, and book tours and reading. I am left with only one course of action— I have to sit down and actually put the words on paper. All of those imaginings are great for inspiration and ideation, but until I place the words on the page, then wrestle, tease or caress them until they are properly positioned, it’s all make-believe. 

Writing forces me to deal with my desire for perfection. Every time I sit down at my desk to begin a new piece, I wonder how it is going to turn out, or if will it be any good. But the best part of writing is I give myself permission to just let the words come, whether they are in a rush so swift I cannot contain them, or if they come as a measly drip, drip, one tentative word at a time. At the end of the time spent writing, I always am slightly amazed at myself, not because the writing is so incredible, because it is not most of the time, certainly not right away. I am amazed because I sat down with the intention to write and I did it. I kept a commitment to myself, using a gift that I let languish for years because I was busy doing other stuff. I used to wish I was like those people who discovered their vocation early in life, and had started earlier on this writing life. I made peace with that years ago, now that I have lived long enough to have rich and varied experiences, and enough years have passed to give me perspective and insight about what I have gone through.

I believe everyone is an artist of some sort. Creativity has to be nurtured, but it must also be explored. This exploration takes place when we become more aware of the diversity of thought, experience, style, and culture around us. Without this awareness of diversity in artistic expression, a child is told their picture “doesn’t look quite right,” and believes it. A writer tells a story, and because it is so foreign to your worldview, you dismiss it, instead of looking for the kernel of truth, insight, or even humor that might be present.

I go to hear other authors read, visit museums, poke around in small shops, travel, always searching for other ways to look at and feel the world. We are all artists of some sort, and to the question, “How do I get paid for it?” my advice is not to wait to figure out how to make money at writing or any art. Practice, explore get better, and then consider if this craft is something you love enough to do whether it feeds you or not. My life is richer for my writing and that is why I write.


RAMONA M. PAYNE is a writer and author and her work has appeared in essay collections,  magazines, and online. She completed the Creative Writing program at The University of Chicago Graham School, has a liberal arts degree from the University of Notre Dame and an MBA from Duke University. She supports local theatre, practices Pilates, and leads her expressive writing workshop, Write.Pause.Reflect.

Currently living between Cincinnati and northern Indiana, she is working on an essay collection. Find her at ramonapayne.com and follow her on Instagram @writepausereflect or Twitter @RamonaPayne1.

Sunday Series: Amy McNeil on Why I Write


For the next several Sundays, I’d like to introduce you to writers new and seasoned as they share what inspires them to put #PenToPaper. This week, meet Amy McNeil, who writes about being a transient writer and letting go.


Every writer has struggles, but what does a writer do if finding their place in the writers’ world closely resembles the dance of a floundering fish out of water. I know what I write matters, but I also know only a few will read it. Of those few, maybe one or two will read and interpret without criticism, critique, and curb the natural inclination to colorfully strike a word or phrase. They simply let the work stand alone, flawed as it be, and not expecting it to be the next great piece in literature to be read by students in two hundreds years claiming to have made an impact in the literary world. If those students are lucky, the teachers will pass down their cliff notes of what the writer meant through the choice of words and use of literary techniques. But, I ask, after the multitude of literature classes I have attended, “Did someone ever ask the writer those exact questions?”

I have my writing faults and I wouldn’t wish my worst enemy any time in my head. When I write I assume the reader has the knowledge I do and they can see what I see. My grammar is an animal with an injured foot. I am an artist lacking the training to create a masterpiece but keep trying. My writing is a manic depressive state swinging high and low, forged in clarity and forgetfulness, and created between cramping hands and an empty page. I am a transient writer. Maybe a couple readers might remember me in a passing thought.

Recently after I read a review of a recent piece of mine, the reader covered my words in different colors of ‘suggestions.’ I felt pushed back further into the writer’s cave. More loose stones crumbled down from the ceiling and walls blocking what little light remained in my world. My first thought was maybe I should stick with abstract painting and magnetic poetry. In attempts to regain my writing self, I wrote a poem for my poetry group. In the last stanza I state I am the black and white text, never to be seen among the highlights and colors of the edited world.

This was my moment of letting go. Poetic venting in the hopes to push through a feeling of the final step of my grieving process of releasing a writing dream sucked into a literary blackhole. A writers’ block for the universe. I may have the words, but if no one reads them, do they exist? So many stars to give hopes and dreams for tiny minds on a planet. I am however a star so far away. Maybe in a hundred years and by chance, someone might see my pulsing glow.

I always wrote for me, but rarely did I share me with the world. I had to let go of not just the dream, but the fear attached to it. The world may never know me as the next great American author, but I can write and share myself with the world without fear. I try for myself now. Either no one will read it or the edits would be so many, I would remain invisible. For the first time, I am able to write without limits.

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Amy McNeil is a mother of three and shares her life with her best friend/partner. She has been a writer since childhood. Her credits include school literary magazines, small community newspapers, and newsletters for fun and non-profits.

She continues to work on her novella and poetry solely for the magic of telling the stories in her imagination and moments in her life.

Sunday Series: Marjorie Pagel on Why I Write


For the next several Sundays, I’d like to introduce you to writers new and seasoned as they share what inspires them to put #PenToPaper. This week, meet Marjorie Pagel, a poet and writer of essays and stories. She’s been on the blog before, and I’m thrilled to have her back again.

I’m a great believer in freewriting. Just leave the nagging editor outside the door and write whatever is on your mind – mundane things like what happened yesterday, the goings on planned for today, ruminations of life’s many possibilities. And, of course, creative writing. One of my favorite characters, Lisa Mullarkey, was born during a freewriting session, and many other fictional folks are lurking in my files waiting to be fleshed out.

Judy Bridges of Redbird Studio (author of Shut Up and Write) may remember when I entertained her roundtable groups with MP’s MPs (Marjorie Pagel’s Morning Pages); these were edited pieces which originally came to life in my morning freewriting sessions.

Oftentimes I discover what I want to say when I let the words tumble out. Reading it over later, I’m sometimes amazed at my own thoughts, my own words. I’ve learned to trust this inner self who has important stuff to say. And, in the process, I’ve discovered my voice. My writer friends recognize it. I originally fell in love with freewriting when I read Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones. Although I occasionally write longhand, as she advised, it’s difficult to decipher my handwriting and too much “good stuff” gets lost. Yes, I love my keyboard! An earlier draft of the poem below was written shortly after the miracle of word-wrap on my very first computer.


                        freedom in lower case

          whenever i want to feel creative i simply start writing
          the way i’m doing now without depressing any shift levers
          so that everything comes out lower case
                        like e e cummings

          abandoning the routine of shift/capital/release
          takes a little concentration at first but once i’m in the groove
          i feel recklessly free defying tradition
          spelled out like god’s holy law by my english teacher
                        imagine her reaction to that uncapitalized e
                        which defines her profession

          when i think of e e cummings i remember
          whatifamuchofawhichofawind and
          how his mountains kept dancing and dancing
          the carefree images of childhood return
          and i know what it is to sail through the sky
                        with or without my keyboard


Marjorie Pagel learned to type as a sophomore in Norbert Kaczmarek’s class at Westfield High School, where Mr. Kaczmarek was known to drape a cloth over the hands of any student who tried to sneak a peek at the keys. This was back in the day when you had to reach up your left hand to return the carriage at the end of each line of typing. With all that manual whacking, it was a noisy class. To this day Marjorie prefers writing without looking at the monitor until after she’s completed her first draft efforts.

Although she herself was an English teacher for much of her life, beholden to strict rules of grammar and punctuation, the act of snubbing her nose to such restrictions is a bit like shedding one’s clothes to go skinny dipping.

Some of Marjorie’s freewriting was shaped and refined over the years in workshops and writing groups, such as Kim Suhr’s Red Oak Writing in West Allis, Wisconsin; Christi Craig’s online classes in Flash Nonfiction; and Margaret Rozga’s poetry workshops. She has published two collections: The Romance of Anna Smith and other stories and Where I’m From: poems and stories. Both are available on Amazon. You can find Marjorie at “Meet Me at the Corner” and on Facebook. Or write to her at Marjorie.Pagel@gmail.com.

*Photo of typewriter and mac by Glenn Carstens-Peters on Unsplash