The Magic is in the Details


Today I want to point out two magnificent posts from the past week that have made me realize something about my own writing, something that I am going to challenge myself to change. Both these writers captured me with the eloquence of their details–details which made the locations and people that they were writing about  come alive in my heart and  my brain.

Ed, over at Salt ‘n Peppah, wrote this stunning descriptive passage on a day when  New York took a positive step toward change by legalizing gay marriage:

“The Stonewall Inn was barely open this early afternoon. “The gays” typically don’t begin bar hopping until much later in the early evening, so the bar was deserted, except for a short little fire plug bartender named typically, Joe. He welcomed us in immediately as if desperate for company on this miserable Saturday afternoon. Folding our dripping umbrellas and leaving them by the front door, I looked around. You could smell the age and the mustiness of this dark and dingy place. A thick painted tin ceiling and dark poster filled walls hugged us as small tables were tossed about a small elevated “stage” hardly protected by a single red velvet rope. Black and white photos of the now famous “Stonewall Riots” were haphazardly placed around on the deep paneled walls of this establishment. Framed newspaper and magazine clippings of history were draped behind the bar. Somehow the light of day made this bar look like me when I wake up in the morning. Raw and exposed. Pale and puffy. Vulnerable yet somehow as cozy as the thick fleece robe I throw on to ward off the early morning chill.”

(Here’s the link to the rest of his post, called “Stonewall“.) Eds post was powerful because of its timeliness, but also because of  the details. He described a place in a way that showed an emotion and brought into focus the world around us. I wish I could do that. Yes, I know that I am good at ideas and issues, but I feel severely lacking in the details.

As usual  when I read Kathy’s post at Reinventing the Invent Horizon, my awe of people who can  write the details so they strengthen the message only grew.  Kathy is a master at  making details come to life to show the truth in the story she shares. Here’s an example from the post called “Close Encounters with Well-Wigged Old Women and other Adventures in Government-Subsidized Housing”:

“Bea, like Evelyn, had obviously, at one time, been a stunningly beautiful woman, a fact betrayed by facial features that shown through despite her age—high cheek bones and big, blue eyes that still twinkled when she smiled.

Bea was one of the few ladies in the group who didn’t wear a wig, and for a woman well into her 90s she had a head of gorgeous, light brown curls.  True her hair was largely gray, but she retained enough of the brown to surprise you, since otherwise she looked so old and borderline antique.

Bea was also one of the ladies who slept most afternoons, waking herself up every few minutes with her own overly-sized snores.

But then again, Bea never stayed more than 30 minutes at a time, as when nicotine called at least twice an hour, she struggled to her feet from the over-stuffed chair, shuffled her pink-slippered feet across the industrial blue carpet, and disappeared into her apartment several doors down, only to reemerge a few minutes later having snuck a cigarette or two, still insisting upon her return that she had had to use the rest room or make a phone call.  Never mind she smelled like smoke over the tic-tac she sucked and the Avon she had sprayed post-puff.”

The magic is in the details.

I am setting myself a writing challenge this week. I am going to focus on the details of whatever stories I write. I’m going to write stories that have details, not just the rants that I seem to be known for. But, I need your help, because as much as I want to do this, I’m also afraid. So here is how you can help, if you would like. Ask me specific questions. Some of you have read me enough to know that I have had a bizarre life, but for some reason I find it trouble to write about the details of that life. I avoid the specifics, and write more about the sweeping philosophies and lessons learned. Maybe, if you ask me specific questions, I’ll be able to focus more on the details.

I know that is my next step to grow as a writer. Can you help?

In order to help me do this, I decided to create an award that I am giving to Ed and Kathy. I’m not very good at creating graphics, so forgive my lame attempt (and if someone is better at it and wants to improve the details of my design please let me know). But here is the first official The Magic is in the Details Award. Congratulations to Ed and Kathy–ignore this as you will.


Cause Overload

Sign a petition to congress asking them to Support the Arts! Sign a Petition protecting Women’s Right to Choose! Tell your Congressman to vote against . . . vote for . . . !  Support Gay marriage! Tell the EPA it is Killing Bees! Educate Girls in Africa! Don’t write on _____’s Wall for their birthday, pledge to raise money for ____cause instead!

Every day I receive another plea to help save the world, one cause at a time. Here is the most recent

I sign some of the petitions, sometimes even adding words of my own. I post some of the on Facebook, trying to spread the word for Causes I believe in.

This is one of the recent developments of technology and social networking; as a community we  can learn more about the craziness that exists in our society. We all have more opportunities to have our voices heard, and to become superheroes battling injustice  on a daily basis.

It is also utterly exhausting!

Eventually you feel like there are simply too many causes. Too many injustices. Too many ridiculous laws being made to protect the power and bank accounts of the rich and greedy and destroy the liberties of women, minorities, and every other living creature.

It is enough to make me want to curl up into a fetal position, with my blankie, sucking my thumb.

I would love to be able to donate every extra cent to saving the environment, or homeless people, or finding cures for Alzheimer’s and Cancer and diseases I can’t even name. I would love to support artists and programming that brings fun and learning back into education, not just rote test taking that will create a generation of people who cannot think creatively or for themselves. I would love to . . . but I don’t have any extra pennies.

I would love to be able to sign every petition, writing brilliant statements for each one that convince mind’s deadened to the plights of anyone but themselves that they should stop kissing the bottoms of the corporate elite and start supporting the people who really need it. “I have a dream . . . ” Okay, those words are spoken for, but I would love to be able to change society simply through of my voice. Because that is all I have to offer–my voice, my opinion, my passion, my words, and my time.

Yet, as each day I am asked to join a new cause, and save a new section of society, and battle a new stupidity, and cry out against a new injustice . . . I begin to ask myself, am I really doing any good?

If I sign every petition out there, does my voice become weaker as I enter the lists of people too liberal for their own good?

I would love to make myself feel better on this cold and windy winter day with a bunch of flowers. Uh oh . . . I guess that’s out of the question now.

Where do we draw the line?

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