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nicoleslaw
nicoleslaw
Nicole Fenton reads and writes in Virginia.
“It seems to me that either we believe that all human experience is valuable, that any life has the potential to reveal something true for every life—a universality achieved not through the effacement of difference but through devotion to it—or we don’t.”
“If you’re working alone, read your pieces aloud; perform them with vigor. Doing so will almost certainly lead you to improve the text here and there, to play some more with it, to make the sound of it still stronger and livelier.”
“There’s a lot of pressure in the industry right now, especially for marginalized writers, to reproduce and offer portraits of trauma for their shock value and difference or to make you more sympathetic. But what does it really mean when your audience needs you to eviscerate yourself in order to prove you’re human?”
— Yanyi
twinkle
watching fireflies in the backyard
while the second storm rolls in
is that thunder she asks
why is the clouds getting dark
why do you think lightning bugs twinkle
how do they attract each other
how does it know who is who
you never really know
one never really knows
it’s their time to twinkle
“I realized that the part I had to get right really wasn’t about anyone else; it was really about me. I would never really know what my mother’s story was, or my relatives’ reaction to it, or my father’s even. The thing I had to get right was me trying to figure that all out. Once I realized that, then really what mattered was that I do my best.”
“There isn’t really any solution to self-doubt. In the end, you just have to write and doubt simultaneously.”
“You’re telling yourself one of the oldest bad stories in the book: I must be great to be worthy of love. That’s the voice of a kid who wasn’t loved simply for being herself. The rotten luck here is that the people in your past couldn’t supply you that love. So that now falls to you.”