How Being a Country Girl Has Made Me A Better Writer

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Well, I already wrote about all the perks of living in the country. But as we all know, you need conflict to tell a great story. So here are a few cons that also shaped me (& made me a better writer) by growing up in rural America.

Cons:

  1. Very little to do in the way of entertainment related to the arts (live theater, book readings, symphony, that kind of thing) that’s nearby.
  2. Everyone either knows you or knows someone who knows you (so privacy is a challenge).
  3. Lots of people listen to police scanners so you’ve got to be careful never to get caught by the cops (see number 2).
  4. People have LONG memories for anyone that did them wrong.
  5. If you do something really wrong, you won’t be able to go into town (which is usually a little cluster of buildings, including the post office, the bank, & the grocery store) because news spreads fast & the air will go dead quiet when you arrive.
  6. Twenty years later, people will still talk about the really wrong thing you did (see number 5) even if you’ve long-since moved away.
  7. Things (people, places, activities) rarely change.

Better reader

Growing up in the country made me a reader. Really, there weren’t a lot of choices for arts-type entertainment but there was a library in the next town over, which quickly became my favorite place to be. Whole new worlds opened up. I met new people through the characters, found kindred spirits on the page, experienced new ways of living, got out of the confines of country life (where everything being the same all the time is considered a good thing) and discovered that I loved telling stories, too. That made me a better writer, because, in my opinion, the only way you learn to write well is to read a lot.

Better writer, too

Being a country girl made me a better writer because I’ve got a rich tapestry to pull from for my settings (farms and fields, forests, old run-down houses squeezed together in town, trailer parks, new subdivisions plunked onto old hayfields, & on and on). It taught me to have a better ear for dialogue from listening to accents and slang and local lingo, from educated and uneducated people talking to me and to each other, from being in a slow enough environment that I took the time to listen. The slowness of everything gave me time (even though I didn’t really realize it back then) to study people: their mannerisms, their motives, their need to belong and be heard. The slowness also taught me to pay attention to little details, and I’ve come to learn that it’s the little details (smell, sound, taste, feel, among others) that makes readers really believe.

I am grateful, especially with the kind of stories I tend to gravitate toward writing (click to read an excerpt of my novel, Small as a Mustard Seed), that I have a country-girl history to pull from.

So did where you grow up influence your writing?


2 Responses to "How Being a Country Girl Has Made Me A Better Writer"
  1. S.L. Coelho says:

    Hi Stranger! (hug),

    Have missed chatting with you – life has been crazy (in a good way). I read your post, laughed out loud and had to respond. I too grew up a country girl (on 5 sections of land) and your blog brought me back several – ahem – decades to when I was a youngin’. It is true the downsides to country living, we even shared a party line with 7 other families (talk about your lack of privacy). What I miss most are the sunsets settling over fields of ripe gold wheat, or seas of blue flax; days spent looking up at the sky while relaxing on the back of my horse, dreaming up stories, and adventure. (Sigh)
    Thank you for the trip down memory lane, and I agree – your environment turned you into a FABULOUS writer.
    TTFN xoxo
    Sandy~

    • Hey lovely lady! *waves wildly*

      I’m so glad you stopped by because I’ve been wondering how you’ve been. I’ve missed chatting with you too, doll. Glad the crazy is good. I know how that is. 😀 We had a party line too (that I’d forgotten until you mentioned it!), which of course is AWFUL because you can hear the faint click when someone joins the line but then they don’t hang up. I suppose that’s one way to hurry people off the line. 😀 Awww, thanks for the fab compliment & for sharing your memories. You always make me smile. Have a great weekend. xoxo

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