If you’re a voracious reader like me (and female), then you already know that “write way to light” is a play on the words of Anne Shirley of Green Gables: “right way to light.”
What raptures that phrase evokes!
Before I ever fell in love with a man, (and just after falling in love with Jesus), my first loves were the heroines I read about (and often saw in film adaptations before I was old enough to read them) and the hero(ines) who wrote them. As a girl, I buried my nose in The American Girl Series (Samantha, Felicity, and Molly were my favourites, in that order!), all of Anne’s melodramatic woes, Joe March’s tomboyish scratchings, Lizzie Bennett’s prideful prejudices, Lucy Pevensie’s Lion-led wanderings, the tea-sipping, taking animals of the Willows, as well as the tales of Grimm and Andersen alike.
I was in love!
As I grew older, my love for Lewis was deepened, my joy of Tolkien discovered, and the fantastical as well as the historical became my fiction obsession. Especially British, Celtic, and Norse. I began to drink in Arthurian legends like that of Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Mists of Avalon Series.
Right around college where I studied English Literature at Oral Roberts University, I discovered children’s and juvenile classics I never read at the appointed time. Hitty: Her First Hundred Years, The Witch of Black Bird Pond, Where the Red Fearn Grows, and recently, A Wrinkle in Time. How did I never read these before? What kind of mossed-over rock was I dwelling under?
Every year, I read The Thrall’s Tale by Judith Lindbergh, Avalon by Anya Seton, The Historian by Elisabeth Kostova, and The Children of Hurin by J.R.R. Tolkien. The Silmarillion, probably my favourite of all the Middle-Earth works, I read once every 1-2 years. In the sidebar of my main blog, you can find my Recommended Reading section as well as the books I’m currently reading.
I have always been in love with reading. In fact, there were times I actually got in trouble for reading growing up. (Wouldn’t you have loved to have a child like me? *smile*) And because of this great love of reading, I became a writer.
When I finally decided that I wanted to be a professional writer in college, I signed up to be a Writing Major. After just a couple sessions of Technical Writing 101, I realised “this isn’t for me,” dropped the class on the computer I was supposed to be doing my class assignment on, walked over to Dr. Linda Gray and told her, “I’ll see you tomorrow in History of the English Language.” Hence my tenure as an English Lit. major.
You see I have this funny little idea that you learn best about writing, not from rules and regulations, but from actually reading the work of great writers.
That was one of the best decisions I ever made.
My name is Desiree M. Mondesir and I am a writer.