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Sunday Series: Julia Gimbel 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 Julia Gimbel, who writes about the desire to write and, more importantly, the need.

*Image of sepia photo and army effects by jesse orrico on Unsplash

For me, it has rarely been about wanting to write, it’s been about having to write. Let me explain.
 
Over thirty years ago, I left college a freshly minted journalist with spiral bound notebook in hand, ready to take on the questions of who, what, where, when, and why. Through most of my professional career, the writing assigned to me was institutional, a “stick to the facts, ma’am” kind of affair. I wrote fashion copy for a local magazine, employee manuals and customer newsletters for a retailer, and merchandising instructions for a manufacturer. While these writing experiences were not always the most creative, they were satisfying because in their simplicity, these missives fulfilled people’s needs.
 
Fast forward to five years ago when I discovered a 60-page handwritten WWII journal my late father tucked away in the back of a family scrapbook. As I transcribed the journal for my siblings, I found myself immersed in his memories and curious to learn more about that era in American history. The more I learned, the more I felt I had to write – it was almost as if Dad was compelling me to flesh out the skeleton of his journal by researching and then sharing what I unearthed with others.

This time there was an emotional connection that motivated me to continue writing, until over the course of several years I ended up with enough chapters for a book. In early March, Orange Hat Publishing released my book, Student, Sailor, Skipper, Survivor – How WWII Transformed the Lives of Ordinary Americans. 

It turns out that I am not the only person of a certain age who is interested in WWII history. While writing the book, I constantly discovered interesting stories that didn’t tie into my manuscript but that I felt I still had to write about. They found a home on my author facebook page, @JuliaWritesWWII, which almost 13,000 people follow to see the tidbits of history I share.

I have to write to fuel my curiosity about the past and to share with others. The funniest part of it all? I’ve come full circle, recently enrolling in a Masters of World War II program where I now have to write term papers!

JULIA GIMBEL lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin with her husband, Josh, and their two pugs, who snore peacefully at her feet as she writes. She is proud of her two adult children, Elijah and Lena, who are establishing themselves respectively at work and school. She has been published in Family Stories from the Attic (Hidden Timber Books, 2017), Creative Wisconsin Literary Journal (2017 & 2019), and Wisconsin People & Ideas (2019). Julia shares little-known WWII stories with thousands of followers on her facebook page, @JuliaWritesWWII. She is currently pursuing her Masters degree in World War II Studies.

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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.

*Photo by Julienne Erika Alviar on Unsplash

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.

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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