Showing posts with label meaning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meaning. Show all posts

Why We Tell Stories

Wednesday, March 01, 2017
My English classes are reading The Things They Carried this month. One of Tim O’Brien’s fundamental ideas in the novel is the importance – the purpose - behind storytelling. This made me consider my current work in progress. Why was I telling this story?

The answer distressed me: I didn’t know.

While initially stunned by this realization, it also enlightened me. No wonder I struggled chapter-to-chapter. Without a clear goal in mind, my story was going nowhere.

I believe stories need to have a purpose. But what kind of purpose? Must it be life-changing? Should it fundamentally strike the soul of the reader and change them forever? Or can the message be small, subtle, yet still important?

Let me tell you a story.

A few years ago, I visited Hadrian’s Wall in England, which was built in 122 AD and spans 73 miles, serving as a border between the Romans and the “barbarians,” as they called them. To get there, I hiked up a hill, surrounded by nothing but lush, green farmland, before the tour guide set us loose to meander about the ruins. Grey clouds tumbled and churned above me, a bit like a science-fiction movie where time reverses while the present stands still. I nestled my hands in my pockets to keep warm and wandered away from the group until the strong wind drowned out their noise. The ruined wall was cold to the touch, but I climbed on it anyway and drank in the rolling hills, which looked nothing like the suburban town where I lived. Forever ago, someone else had surely done this same thing. Now, it was just me, the ruins of the wall, and the mysterious world. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The air tasted wild and untamed. I was thousands of miles from home, but felt more connected to the earth than ever before. History will do that to you.

This story never saved anyone’s life, but it has meaning. It has a purpose, as all stories need to have. And when I think of this moment, I realize that sometimes authors forget why they started telling their story in the first place. Have you ever read something with which you couldn’t connect? Maybe you wondered why the author wrote it? My guess is the author lost the reason behind it.

It’s easy to miss when your story has lost its meaning, so find ways to keep yourself on track. Try writing your ideas in a journal. Jot down your intended themes and messages, and re-visit them as you craft your words. Imagine what you want your readers to know or understand when they are finished with your story. If there is nothing to think about at the end of a tale, what’s the point of telling it in the first place?

When I realized the message of my story was lost, I took some time to find it, which gave my book renewed life. Perhaps reevaluating your story’s purpose can help you with your writing. It might be one more positive step in the publishing direction.

Bethany Masone Harar is an author, teacher, and blogger, who does her best to turn reluctant readers into voracious book-reading nerds. Check out her blog here.


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Friday Speak Out!: Words! Words! Words!

Friday, March 27, 2015
by Lily Iona MacKenzie

I’ve been thinking about how loosely we use abstract words like love, happiness, and truth as if they had concrete, observable meaning. I tend to revolt from using love to close my email or other exchanges unless I really feel love for the person I’m corresponding with. It bothers me when people sign their correspondence “love” without considering whether or not the emotion really applies to the recipient. Maybe you feel loving towards someone on most days, but not every day. Isn’t it deceitful to say “love” if you aren’t feeling it at the moment? Wouldn’t such a response seem confusing? It leads the reader to believe that the writer actually has such strong feelings, that somehow we’re part of the writer’s inner circle. Often that isn’t true.

Or even if one is part of the writer’s inner circle, it doesn’t mean that person actually is feeling love for the recipient. It just becomes a reflexive action: Love, Lily. Love, Hilda. Love, Anyone.

My concern is that these words then become meaningless, and once words no longer match what they are supposed to express, there’s not only a breakdown in communication but also a collapse of the word’s integrity. How can one use the word love again with any sincerity if it’s been used casually, with people one doesn’t really feeling toward.

So what’s my problem with happiness? We have a tendency to assume that if we use happy to describe someone’s feelings, we’ve said it all. That person must be happy. Therefore, there’s no need to look further or question what might actually be going on. Happiness is a nebulous state. I’m never sure when I’m happy or not because there are so many varieties of that emotional construct. One person’s happiness could be another person’s delusion or manic behavior.

When someone is really high, either from drugs or because something positive has happened in that person’s life, we generally say “that person is so happy.” Yet the individual may be in a state that has nothing to do with what I might equate with happiness—a sense of well being: all is right with my world at the moment and I need nothing else to make myself feel better. But the person we describe as “so happy” because he/she is claiming that condition could be depressed and using happiness as a cover for his/her real emotional level.

Okay, I sound like a Grinch, but I hate lies, either intentional or unintentional. I make them. My friends make them. It seems part of being human to lie at times. But the more it happens between friends and myself, the less I trust either them or me. And that’s the truth. But, again, what is truth? And how do we know it when it happens? If someone is accustomed to not telling the truth, then we’re caught up again in that dishonest web of deceit, where we claim one thing while really feeling another.

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Lily Iona MacKenzie has published reviews, interviews, short fiction, poetry, travel pieces, essays, and memoir in over 140 American and Canadian venues. The recent issue of Notes Magazine featured her as the spotlight author, showcasing her poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Fling, one of her novels, will be published in July 2015. Bone Songs, another novel, will be published in 2016. Her poetry collection All This was published in 2011. She also teaches writing at the University of San Francisco, is vice-president of USF's part-time faculty union, paints, and travels widely with her husband. Visit her blog at: http://lilyionamackenzie.wordpress.com.
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