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Wendy Ledger: My Life as a Writer

January 17, 2014 By Laura Davis 13 Comments · · · · · · Read & Respond

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Wendy Ledger is a student in the Tuesday evening writing practice class. When I heard her read this piece in class, I immediately asked her if I could publish it because it demonstrates so clearly how much criticism can shut a writer down–and how encouragement can buoy that writers to continue studying her craft, and most importantly, writing.

When I was a graduate student in creative writing, I took a short story course, where several times a semester, we would submit our work. Everyone took these stories home, evaluated them, and gave feedback during a scheduled class critique. Today was the day my story would be reviewed.

I had written a story about a young woman who worked as a life study model in an art class. Her boyfriend’s father, a man she had never met before, attended the class, and then, when they were later introduced, took great pleasure in talking about that experience. In retrospect, it was an odd tale, but at the time, it meant the world to me.

I remember striding down the hall that day, thinking that I would sit in the classroom and compose myself before the critique. It was still early. There were few people in the hall of this dusty academic building. I walked in reverie, imagining my time in the classroom alone, sitting in silence, arranging my notebook and my pen in just the right way.

I began to turn the corner in the hall. I could see my classroom door open, inviting. The light was on. It beckoned to me.

A group of my classmates stood by the door, two men and one woman. They were holding my story in their hands, actively engaged in conversation. They spoke in loud voices, laughing. One pointed at some of the words on the pages. One read isolated sentences of my story out loud. They looked like jackals to me.

It was as if time slammed on its brakes and sped up. I wanted Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak. I wanted to be the biggest badass in the world and march up to them and yell in their faces, “How dare you! How dare you be so cruel! How dare you treat my work this way!”

I felt both panicked and resolute.  I righted myself away from the turn. I knew that I could not seek solace in my beloved classroom. I knew that I had to immediately talk to someone that I trusted.

I felt as if I was in shock. I felt as if I was in an action movie where I had to avoid gunfire to my heart. I kept walking down the straight empty hallway. As I walked, I remembered. My teacher had office hours before the class. I felt as if I was in the desert, and the thought of her office was a mirage. I felt like I walked a thousand miles over many hours, but I made it to her door, and I sat down in front of her.

The story came out quickly. I knew that if I paused for breath, I might break down completely. My teacher listened to me. She sat at her desk so calmly with her glasses perched solidly on her nose. She sat as if the earth hadn’t completely fallen off of its axis, as if a thunderstorm hadn’t just occurred in her room, as if there weren’t vultures ready to pounce if you made the wrong turn in this hellacious funhouse that they call higher learning.

 

She said, “Those boys won’t be in the class long. They’re out of their league.”

She said, “I was going to tell you that this is the best thing you’ve ever written. I was going to suggest that you submit it to magazines.”

The air felt very still. I felt her words provide balm to my soul.

She leaned forward and looked at me directly, taking an x-ray of my heart.

She said, “Do you know why they acted that way? Do you understand it?”

I had no words. I could no longer access language. I shook my head no.

She said, “Your character was vulnerable.”

She looked at me even closer. I felt she could read all the bones that made up my spine.

She said, “People don’t like it when other people are vulnerable.”

I thanked her. She smiled at me, and I floated out of her office. The hallway now seemed like a meadow. All the birds from childhood Disney movies sang to me as I walked back to the classroom that was really only minutes away. I felt completely warm from my head to my toes. No matter what they said, I knew I would be all right.

Wendy Ledger is a writer, editor, and transcriptionist who lives in Ben Lomond, California. You can find her at VoType.com.

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Comments

  1. Mo Cleary says

    February 3, 2014 at 4:21 am

    Amazing
    Wendy-
    This is an amazing piece. The reader is right there with you in your experience because of the vivid way you tell the story. AND, because you are telling a universal story, not just universal for writers but for all. Haven’t we all had these moments? Love your teacher’s response. Not only does she affirm you but she shifts you to a different, very wise and powerful perspective. Thanks for sharing your experience and your writing.

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  2. Kimberly says

    February 3, 2014 at 6:36 am

    More validation
    Praise works. We are our best critics and what we need is support and I have known this as a writing workshop facilitator and the more we sing the praises of Praise, the better. Thank you. I love the images of desert before and meadow after the office visit. So true, so clear.

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  3. Lauren says

    February 3, 2014 at 10:15 am

    Spellingbinding!
    While this scene played out in mere minutes, your thoughts and feelings took me to that wonderful place where time stops—a freeze frame of the heart and spirit. Love the understated suspense and drama in your writing. Thank you!

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  4. Eana rose says

    February 3, 2014 at 11:27 am

    Oh my
    Thank you Wendy for your beautiful transparent peace. Thank you Laura for posting. As a workshop facilitator and aspiring published writer the bit about vulnerability is so timely. I have seen time and again that in my vulnerability the depths of my gift comes forward to gives me courage to continue to write in this tender way aloha

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  5. Faye Beyeler says

    February 5, 2014 at 7:30 pm

    I couldn’t stop reading this!
    I couldn’t stop reading this – your piece really had me, and I couldn’t wait to hear what the professor had to say. This was well worth the read, and it has been helpful for me as well. Thank you!

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  6. Faye Beyeler says

    February 5, 2014 at 7:33 pm

    I couldn’t stop reading this!
    I couldn’t stop reading this piece – I was really hooked, and I couldn’t wait to find out 1) what you were going to do and 2) what your professor said. It is a very worthwhile piece and very well written. Thank you!

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  7. Leslie Rupley says

    February 6, 2014 at 2:59 pm

    Fabulous imagery
    Wendy, your language is spellbinding.The metaphors! All the while I knew you for your precise transcription, I had no idea what creative energy you would unleash. I’d love to read more of your work.

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  8. Leslie Rupley says

    February 6, 2014 at 3:28 pm

    Fabulous Imagery
    Wendy, all the time I knew you as a meticulous transcriber I had no idea what marvelous language was waiting to burst out to the world. Your writing is crammed with unique metaphors and imagery. I hope to read more.

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  9. Leslie Rupley says

    February 6, 2014 at 3:31 pm

    Fabulous imagery!
    Wendy, all the while I knew you as a meticulous transcriber, I had no idea what creative energy you have. Wow! The sense of immediacy, the metaphors, the rich language. I want to read more!

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  10. Cherie Orwig says

    February 6, 2014 at 7:44 pm

    I couldn’t stop reading …
    Loved the imagery, the richness of the story, the build to the end. Nice going, Wendy!

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  11. Wendy says

    February 11, 2014 at 8:54 am

    Thank you for all the kind words. I very much appreciate your comments.

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  12. Zoe FitzGerald Carter says

    February 17, 2014 at 10:40 am

    This is a great description of the damage that can be done by thoughtless comments and how vulnerable we all are as writers. In my writing classes at the San Francisco Writers Grotto, I am like an angry bear if one of my students gets snarky or even blandly dismissive (“This just didn’t work for me.”).
    The fact that writing about being physically and emotionally exposed ended up re-traumatizing you is terrible — thank God for your wise teacher.
    She hit on a profound truth about both writing — and life.
    Thanks for sharing this, Wendy!

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  13. Wendy says

    February 18, 2014 at 1:02 pm

    Zoe, good to hear from you, and I’m glad you’re fighting the good fight as a teacher. Your students are lucky to have you.

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