Read. Write. Ruminate.
The musings and confessions of a writer; lessons I’ve learned, the craft I’m studying, and everything I wish I knew.
Michelle E Baker
I spent thirty years being part of someone else’s story; occasionally at the beginning, more often than not as it came to a screeching, tragic, unheralded, prolonged, heartbreaking, or beautiful end. I kept coming across stories, untold and abandoned; each one a psalm to the humanity that we collectively share and, at times, lose. Each story begging to be honored, and given a voice.
That’s what I do–I tell stories. Sometimes other people’s, sometimes my own, usually just amalgamations of the life lessons I’ve learned, set to fiction and prose. My passion for studying writing craft comes from wanting to tell those stories in the way they deserve; with clarity, respect, and depth. With imagery. Spirit. Heart. And love–always with love. Because even the most painful of truths have purpose when they are spoken with love. I give voice to the stories that people can’t bring themselves to tell.
Available for freelance work; personal essays, content writing, guest posts, or op-eds. I’m not the one for technical or academic work. You don’t want me to edit.
Unavailable for; ghostwriting.
Can be counted on to; discuss writing theory, order the frou-frou coffee, forget the punchline, make everything about storytelling, cry at certain songs, quote obscure movie lines, encourage other writers.
“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.”
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- Life, After DeathAnother older piece. Based on real events, written with permission from my patient–who became my friend, and whose heart beat beneath my hands There once was a man–a good man. A decent man. A man who was wheeled into an ER with chest pain and promptly dropped dead. He was resuscitated for over an hourContinue reading “Life, After Death”
Read. Write. Ruminate.
Question? Comment? Perplexing writing problem that has you all in a dither, that I most likely don’t have the answer to but will obsess over until I find it? I’m in!