In the mystical inlets of my being there lives a little nymph I named Violette. She is the best in me. She’s an old-time storyteller, one who desires to change the world for the better through the weavings of her mind. Her desire to come into her own was conceived when I read Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach years ago. First, she wanted to learn to fly. In so doing, she longed to teach others to do the same, like Jonathan did.
As she ventured out of the hamlet she called home, her innocence was battered again and again by events in her life. Some of the difficulties she encountered, she triggered herself, like we all do, and some were thrust upon her. She struggled through it all, and when she did, she found impetus to write. Everything is fodder for the writer. As she came into being and sprouted her own wings, she and I became one.
Sometimes one event alters the rest of one’s life. So it was for me and my inner Violette. My brother literally triggered the change. He shot and killed his neighbors on a damp, cold night. As I helped my loving parents through this horrific tragedy, I came to know that I must write the story of what it was like from the killer’s family’s point of view. With my first book on the subject I taught myself to write. The craft of writing is not just putting words to the page, but making sure each word is justified in being there and conveys to the reader what the writer actually means. That is difficult. Good writing is not an abracadabra experience. It takes time to learn.
Once the religious teachings of my youth failed me during this crisis, I grew toward a metaphysical reality, one which actually began with visions and dreams in my preschool years. Some of my visionary insights are revealed in the nonfiction book. In my second book I strove to overcome my brokenness due to the death of my sweetheart. I wanted him back. Visionary fiction became the vehicle for his return. I created a tale whereby it was possible…in a magical realism kind of way. My inner writing nymph was truly growing into her own.
The prophetic words of one of the masters comes to mind now. His name was Barnaby Conrad. For years he and his wife hosted the Santa Barbara Writers Conference in Montecito, CA. I was fortunate enough to be able to attend three times. In one of his workshops Barnaby said, “If you can do anything else, do it. If you must write, write.” I write. Nothing else worked. Another workshop leader I met at that conference, Anita Clay Kornfeld, said that one can tell more truth in fiction. My subsequent experience provided proof of her statement. In fiction one does not need to worry about being sued for defamation of character, thereby liberating the storyteller to delve into that which is true, the crux of reality.
Some of the truths regarding the murders I concealed to protect my mother. When she was dying I longed for the old wise ones in my family, the ones who passed away when I was young, to help me through the difficult situation. They were no-nonsense women who had earned their strength in the depths of hardship and heartache. I needed that strength. But alas, they were gone…or were they?
Deciding to write a story about old women, I was pondering it while seated at my easel painting a portrait of my dad’s mother, Renie. A presence came to me, her presence. Regarding my impending loss and what I, alone, must do for my loving mother, Grandma Renie said, “Come to us in the days ahead, and we will see you through.” “We” referred to herself and her daughter Ida. So I began the trek along the digital page, featuring Renie, Ida and my mother’s aunt Lottie as three of my characters. As I wrote this work of magical realism and metaphysical quips, it was their shoulders upon which I stood. With their help, within the storyline I built the fortitude I needed to make it, myself. This work became the first in a series of three. The first is their story. In the second and third ones, these half-crazy women, who are questionably alive, bolster two young women struggling with their lives, whether the young women want the help or not.
In another novel I overcame my distress regarding the intolerance and judgmentalism built into the religious teachings of my youth. The tale evolved into a multicultural, multi-religious creation designed to convey understanding. In each of my works of fiction I’m resolving something, issues that many people face, like violence, the affects of war, self-righteousness, love, rejection and all manner of dilemmas. I approach these situations through visionary lenses. Why? Because it is the way I view the world. For me, nothing else works.
Each writer needs to be true to their inner creative nymph. I am true to mine. In so doing, I have opened many doors for myself, doors to satori–moments of enlightenment. It is my hope I can help you do the same, the way other writers have done for me.
We have entered a time when the insights and skills of all individuals are needed to save life on this planet from extinction. We are all in need of your voice, your actions, your inner convictions to ease and reverse the current trends. Please search your inner being, find the good within, develop it and show it forth in pursuit of this goal. It has never been more important.
Namaste–when we meet in the place where your higher self touches mine, we are one. I look forward to seeing you there.
About the author
V. M. Franck grew up in a highly religious working class environment. After working at a series of unsatisfying jobs, in her late twenties she earned a B. S. from Oregon State University. Thereafter, she worked with abused and disadvantaged children. A family tragedy changed her perceptions permanently. She wrote and published a book about its impact on herself and her family. She met Philip, who had always wanted to be a writer. They married and moved to the mountains to write full-time. She is currently writing her eleventh book. All but one of them are works of Visionary Fiction. She is also an exhibiting artist with her own online gallery.
Visit her website: whereartmeetstheheart.com
Her works of Visionary Fiction include:
– Tater’s Maters of Hootenanny Flats, The Maters Series – Book 1
– Resurrection Rose, The Maters Series – Book 2
– Final Entry, The Maters Series – Book 3
– In Ways We Can’t Imagine, The St. Germaine Chronicles – Book 1
– The Pacifist’s War, The St. Germaine Chronicles – Book 2
– Once Without Dying
– The Sword of Ruth: The Story of Jesus’ Little Sister