Thursday, September 13, 2007

un/easy as abc

A friend of mine, novelist Phil LaMarche, recently asked me about my experience of writing as a parent. And poet Josh Corey , who is soon to be a Da, has been blogging about his own questions concerning parenthood, and, in particular, about writing as a parent. So this blogger thought she ought to dedicate some blog space to thinking about how it's going as mother and poet. For one thing, this post initially said "how it's going as mother and parent--which tells you about the difficulty I may be having getting the poet role into the daze of the weak.

Anythewho, I'm going to post 26 entries A-Z on the subject of my experience parenting as a writer. Peas and carrots, these will mostly be written with my 8 month daughter sitting in her highchair as her Highness, throwing toys onto the floor with a ruthlessness, a most scrupulous editor. Unfortunately, I will be in a position to model her approach only with respect to her eating style:

--these will be off the cuff and on the fly. perhaps that should be 'on the cuff'--

A is for Ancient.

Since having Sophie, even since embarking on child-bearing, I've felt a connection across the ages to the human or even mammalian experience of pregnancy and birth and passionate affection for my offspring. A creaturely passion. The sense of connectedness further embues writing with importance for me, as its the way we best attempt to pass our consciousness on, to time travel, to survive beyond the unconscious DNA, and its one of the few facts truly distinguishing the human being from other creatures. The question of what it means to be human becomes even more urgent for me as a parent, because I feel I will need to account for why I brought my child into existence. When she wants to know what the point of it all is, besides my own feeble attempts, the written word spanning back to ancient recorded text is sure to help answer her query to the universe. I'm also considering our family history, my own history, and how so much story gets lost to oblivion. Parenting helps me appreciate further the power and importance of writing.

A is for Anger.

Sophie is now throwing toys with vehemence. And finger in mouth. And "Ahhhghshfhghs!!". A wee bit of frothing. Infant anger: see illustration at table side. In other words, that's it for this post.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Heidi, this is so lovely--as is your Sophie (looking reqal- skeptical in all her Highness-ness). Just saw your strong review in Publishers Weekly and looking fwd to reading your book, as well as entries B through Z.

Take care,
Kristin Becker

1:08 PM  
Blogger Heidi Lynn Staples said...

Kristin!!! I've been trying for ages to locate your wonderfulness of a friend that is you--What's your email addy? xo, Heidi

4:32 AM  
Anonymous Kristin Becker said...


Write to me here

and from there I'll reply...

Looking forward!


7:13 PM  

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