What goes on inside the writerly mind?

Let’s sit down with our Word Weaver Writing Contest 1st place winner, Adele Marie Park, and find out.

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(Like all our winner’s profiles, when they answered these questions, they did not yet know what place they had taken in the contest.)

author Adele Marie Park

DAN: Did you write your story for the contest or was it part of a larger piece or something you had written before?

ADELE MARIE PARK: I wrote this story a while back, then looked at it again, edited it and sent it off to you.

Tell us about your writing process. What is the journey from idea to published piece/completed story?

The idea springs first. It can come from a myriad of places. A voice inside my head, a dream, a news story, even just washing dishes the idea implants itself. Then I write it down, I…

Welcome all you lost wanderers, and those without purpose. You’ve found Lisa Burton Radio, the only show that brings you the characters from the books you love. Except for this week, that is.

This week you get me, talking about Craig’s book, The Yak Guy Project. I’ve run out of guests right now, and want to keep the slot open for everyone.

It’s okay though, I was there through the writing of this whole story. I can wing it enough to pull this off. As an example, see this poster.

It’s about this rotten kid, who leeches off his friends, and brings nothing to the table. At the beginning of the book he wakes up having been dumped in the desert. Guess people grew tired of his crap.

He gets rescued by a talking yak, but the whole thing is a setup. He’s been relocated to an alternate reality, and…

I don’t know what I want any more.

I think it’s whatever I am doing at the time, be it watching tv or reading a book but I might as well be reading it upside down for all the good it is doing me.

I want to be everywhere at once, doing ten things at the same time. It doesn’t matter where I am, indoors or outside, nothing holds my mind for longer than five minutes.

There are days when I would like to be someone other than me. Someone who can sing and dance or stay out late at night. At the same time, I know it’s not going to satisfy my wanting for long. My mind is fragmented and there seems to be multiple parts of myself.

Maybe it is old age, thinking about things you could have done, or wish you had done?

Thank God these days…