Sodaro's Stories

July 21, 2015

Love love love

Filed under: Writer's thoughts — michelle sodaro @ 8:21 pm
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“Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing…the rest will follow.” Jane Yolen

Yes. Absolutely. the good days when the words dance across my page and flow out of my pen or pencil on to the page, like magic. the bad days where writing feels as slow as etching words into stone with a rock. (I have never actually done this, but I think the analogy still works.) The days in between where there is a start and stop to the word flow as if someone keeps pushing pause on the weirdest remote control ever. Love. Love. Love.

Love the writing.

Love the process.

Love the end result.

Love. Love. Love.

There is so much in life. People and relationships and responsibilities and hopes and disappointments and fears and triumphs and friendships (both real and imagined) and bills and jobs and heartbreak…just so much in life and if you don’t love and I mean LOVE — through sickness and health, through good times and bad, etc.etc,etc if you don’t LOVE writing, then walk away from it and find another way to spend your time.

But if you love it enough — if you put up with EVERYTHING else life throws at you to get to your writing time, then you are golden because the writing will love you right back and the benefits will out weigh everything you have been through. Love the writing enough and every thing else will fall into place and be just fine. I promise.


June 12, 2013

Lyrical Story

Filed under: Writer's thoughts — michelle sodaro @ 3:56 pm
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“He loved her, but he wasn’t too sure
IF he could return the love she showed.
When she said, ‘my love extends
Beyond the realm of being friends.’
He kissed her head
And quietly he said,
‘It’s not that you’re not beautiful, you’re just not beautiful to me.’
She said, ‘how beautiful do I have to be.
When I look in the mirror you’re the only thing I see
And I have loved you beautifully.”
“Beautifully” Jay Brannan
I really am a sucker for strong lyrics. I love the songs where you can understand and actually feel what’s going on — you get a sense of the characters and the plot. You pull for the hero/heroine, or you hope for Karma to hurry up and balance the scales.
I don’t know how this song got to be on my Pandora. I don’t know which song I liked to get Jay Brannan’s “Beautifully,” but I sure am happy that it’s there. Every time it comes up on my rotation, I have to just stop what I’m doing (some of you know how rare this is) and I just listen.
I can picture the whole story in my head…and I really like to think she finds the man brave enough to love her…one who puts no qualifiers on her beauty.
Yeah, I truly love lyrics that have a story to tell…that connect to the array of emotions we, as humans, share. Love it. Love it. Love it.

June 7, 2013

Fictional Friends

“I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.” Carson McCullers
I think it is a fair statement that I like most real people just fine, most of the time. Some of the exceptional ones — I like quite a bit — all of the time.
People I know (or don’t know) bring an amazing array of colors to my life and it truly is a blessing that I get to observe and interact with people and can almost always pull it off for a minute before my awkward kicks in…which it almost always does.
Having been a teacher for 17 years and on this planet for 38 years, I have learned to wear a mask and play a role (those of you who don’t think you do this, I would beg to differ, but we will allow for that disagreement for now). My interactions with people cause them to think they know me better than they actually do…which I think is fairly common as well.
My characters and my muse, on the other hand…get me at my most real…my most strong…my most fragile. They know all of me…and to be fair, they are stuck with me, so they might as well be supportive. They are with me in my proudest moments and in the moments when I am most ashamed. They are with me at my highest times and my lowest times and everything in between.
People wonder about the time I spend away from people. “Aren’t you lonely?” “When are you going to start dating again?” “Don’t you think you should settle down and raise a family…doesn’t seem right you would be lonely.” I do appreciate their concern, most certainly…thank you for being interested in my well-being, but I assure you I am never alone.
My characters know that I need to believe in love and in general human goodness. How can I write novels if I have lost these things? And yeah, sometimes I prefer the fictional people to real ones, but have you watched the news lately???? Can you blame me for preferring my fictional friends? My characters understand me in ways that I never allow real people to do (yes, I read what I just wrote…yes I hope someday to find someone who doesn’t let me get away with that).
In my defense, and those of you who have met my fictional friends hopefully can agree with me on this…they are quite fantastic and completely are people I would seek out and befriend if they existed in the “real world.” I mean come on…who wouldn’t want to have lunch with Jac and Jyn…who wouldn’t want Arianna in their corner? And those are only the ones that have made their debut…wait until you meet the others!!!

April 21, 2013

Weaving tapestries

Filed under: Writer's thoughts — michelle sodaro @ 6:41 pm
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It amazes me, the complexity of life’s tapestries. The frantic weaving of the universe to make sure that these two lives cross paths at the exact moment they are most needed. Sometimes it is a love that needs to happen at that right time because, unbeknownst to both parties, the time left in one of the lover’s hourglass is running low. The meeting happened and was as intense as it needed to be to accomplish its purpose.
Sometimes it is that friend that you meet by a seemingly random coincidence, that has you both working at the same place at the exact right time, and you meet right before something HUGE happens in one or both lives and the friendship becomes something you can’t imagine every having had to be without. That friend is the one you go to when you need to laugh or cry and either is always offered and given with open arms.
Sometimes you meet a kindred spirit…a fellow writer who understands exactly the trials and tribulations of talking to characters, forcing characters to work through the “boring” parts of the plot so you can get to the exciting parts. Someone who has conversations with people that only real in the author’s mind for now…but are starting to come alive to others as well. It is an amazing feeling to not feel as crazy…or at least to know that you are not alone in your crazy.
Sometimes I question whether or not my time at a certain place is done…whether I should seek out other, if not greener, than a different shade of green, pastures for my non-writing time. And then I meet one more person that my life would not be the same if I hadn’t met them, and I am, once again, reminded that I am right where I am supposed to be, and I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing.
Sometimes the intricate pattern of life’s tapestries just amazes me…and I am grateful to be a part of it, and even more grateful, that though I may wish to, that I can’t actually see the whole picture. Discovering it as I go along is much more fulfilling.

April 17, 2013

My One Thing

“If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing.
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something.”
“One Thing” Finger Eleven
I have written about this song before, I know…but the lyrics haunt me in the best possible ways. Since my book signing a month ago…this song has been even more true. He talks about being “restless tonight because I wasted the light” and I think of any day that passes without my putting pen to paper is wasted. I write every day. I try to. Some days it’s half an hour; some days it’s half the day. Some days it’s an outline, a freewrite, a journal, a chapter, a poem, a note about a project (new or old)…but I write every day.
I have been given a gift of time, if you will. By sharing expenses with someone who has become a better friend than I could have hoped for…by sharing a family and a home, I am able to teach part-time and write every morning. I don’t know how much time I get to teach part-time and write full time…but I plan on making the most of it.
I see my friends with spouses and children and I wonder if I will find love again…I still miss my dear friend and no one has even come close to him, but I also know that writing is my truest love and deepest passion and I wonder if perhaps, my giving my all to this one thing has made me incapable of giving my all to a relationship at this time in my life. Or perhaps the memory of a love lost is still too fresh. Or perhaps simply, it is just not my time to focus on that. Maybe, this gift of time is to focus on my One Thing. Just this one thing. This one thing for which I would trade all other things. Maybe this time is meant for me to give my all to my writing and kick this author gig off the ground.
The publication of Whatever You Make of It and Arianna’s Honor lit a fire in me that will not be extinguished. The book signing fanned the flame and knowing that Broken Trust will come out this fall with its sequel, Redeeming Trust, being out next spring, help me to focus my energy in the right direction. Help me to give my all to my one thing…just this one thing.

December 26, 2012

Dear 2012,

Filed under: Writer's thoughts — michelle sodaro @ 2:54 pm
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Reflecting back on this year, I have learned a lot…as I usually do…
I have learned that while I will always love certain people, the best thing I can do for them and for me is to let go.
I have learned that hiding from feelings does not actually protect me from pain; it just makes the pain more confusing. And trying to not feel affects my writing, so that’s done.
I have learned that the people I am supposed to meet will be met in the oddest of places, but knowing them, I learn they were the reason I was at that place at that exact time.
I have learned to be more trusting of that that quiet, little voice that calmly says, “Jump. I will not let you fall.”
I have learned that I can stll love being a teacher…after 16 years, I really needed to learn this again.
I have learned that all things happen for a reason and that I can trust who is driving.
I have learned that I am an author. Any person, thing, or job that distracts from this goal has me just going through the motions, not really living…
I have learned that I want to live out loud and be free and dance in the rain.
It’s been a great year. Thanks for everything.

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