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Getting naked, a scary concept for someone like me who lost 169 pounds and my flesh falls on me like a wrinkled elephant with miles of flapping loose skin. It’s a frightening thought.  What’s even more horrific for me–is getting naked in my writing.  I’ve been told (from my now good friends in the 406 Writer’s Workshop) that I need to bare all about me, in my voice, if I want Early Out to be an even more compelling memoir.  Holy SMACKS!  Do they KNOW what they are saying!  Naked is one thing, the other is… I did not do many things gracefully.  Graceful is too nice a word, lack of grace well, doesn’t even cut it– I was a shit!  Bearing all to my readers is a most fearful place for this strawberry blonde demon.  Okay–Strawberry blonde’s are supposed to be sweet like…Charlie Brown’s curly little red-headed girl.  Right? Well that was me for a bit, then I darkened my roots to fire and my curls became a raging electrical storm. 

Now, this 24 year old, literary savvy, hipster man comes to my door bearing a DVD. It’s an interview of fiction writer Harry Crews that hipster man wants me to watch. Just so you know Harry has scary eyes…I can see the crazy in him as well as the dedicated writer.  (Note to self: Scary, crazy, and writer are all one in the same.)  In the interview Harry said:

“The writers job is to get naked,
To hide nothing.
To look away from nothing.
To look at it.
To not blink.
To be not embarrassed or shamed of it.
Strip it down and let’s get down to where the blood is, the bone is.
Instead of hiding it with clothes and all kinds of other stuff, luxury!”

Strip down to blood and bone…sounds painful.  Worth it? I can do this, I’ve been thinking about it for awhile now.  Writing is a journey and discovery–what do I want to know about myself?  Do I need to face myself that honestly?  Hide nothing do not turn away from it? I do!  This is oddly sounding like wedding vows to me.  I’ve hidden my wrinkled elephant legs, my loose skinned stomach that looks like an apron, and my battleship hips in control top pantyhose for too long.  It’s time to show the real me.  Free myself from the tight jeans, pantyhose, and of looking perfect! The message from the literary hipster taken.

That wasn’t why he had me watch the DVD.  The reason: Burn it!  WHAT!??

Harry Crews also said, “The real artist with no tear in his eye and no sadness in his heart, puts the pages in the fire and does it again!”

WHAT THE!–That was the message 24 year old literary hipster man wearing his newsy cap wanted me to get from this DVD!  Burn it, don’t cry, don’t be sad.  Hey, It’s not like I haven’t thought of it but…This IS non-fiction you know.


“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

John Keats, “Ode on a Grecian Urn”

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About the Author: Leisa Greene’s passions include writing about music, theater, film, food, art, family and friends -- all of which are supported by the community of Missoula and an IV line of dark-roasted iced coffee. She is the English Department’s Administrative Associate of Graduate Admissions at her alma mater, University of Montana; the editor-in-chief of Indie It Press; and the author of a memoir manuscript currently titled EARLY OUT. Her other writing consists of short essays (Brother Townsend and A Jamboree Family), playwriting (The Beckett Syndrome) and screenwriting. “The only regret you will ever have is if you never write it. So, go write it Mom. “ – Dustin Nelson, my son

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  1. As I’ve said before, Leisa, you are radiantly fearless! {hugs}

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