Published Researcher, Creative Writer

A sociologist by day and a creative writer by night, I have a bevy of academic publications to my name–most to my married name (Forster, not Earl)–and only one quasi creative publication. It is an essay I wrote in reaction to the 9/11 terrorist attacks and was published in the State University of NY Chancellor’s monthly newsletter. Of the hundreds of essays that were submitted mine was one 16 that was selected to be published. The title is, “We Must Seek Bonds That Link All Humans.”

I’ll admit that the title isn’t very catchy, but the editor changed my original title: “The Differences Among Us.” That title wouldn’t blow your socks off either.

My first dip into the writing pool was when I was about six or seven. I liked poetry that rhymed and was straightforward–nothing obtuse to confuse my limited audience. The debut poem in my collection was “A Frog.” The advantage of its simplicity is that I can still remember it almost 50 years later:

Here is a frog.
What a big hog.
He eats so much, I dare not say.
Only that he eats all day.

“The Frog” was quickly followed by an equally compelling ditty–“A Ghost.”

Here is a ghost for you.
All he can say is “Boo!”
Not “Who?”
Not “Moo!”
Just “Boo!”

I was unstoppable.

My artistic younger sister and I produced an illustrated book, well booklet, of these poems and a few others (another called “The Cat”–as you can see coming up with less-than-titilating titles has been a life-long challenge) for my mother’s birthday. I am sure she treasures it to this day, even if she can’t locate it.

I took a hiatus from poetry during my young teen years to write a steamy romance novel. About a page and a half into it I wanted to get right to the lovey-dovey stuff, without all that boring background (like character development or plot lines). I gave up and went back to writing lovey-dovey poetry.

inevitably I grew up, went to college to study sociology, and got a job as a research assistant. Opportunities kept jumping in my path and I started to get published in academic journals 11 articles in juried publications, 4 publications in edited periodicals, and 7 publications in very offical-sounding public and private report series.

That was my day job. Until it wasn’t anymore. In 2001 I literally got sick and tired–from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Insomnia  came with the package, giving me the opportunity for lots of alone time. I used it to reflect about my life before I got sick.

Then I started writing creatively. I wrote funny stories about my childhood. I wanted to find the light-hearted Lorna in the midst of my upsetting medical mystery. These stories are the foundation of my journey through this illness and the memoir I am writing.

So I became a creative writer by night. But the creative writer was always in me. Who could read “A Frog” or “A Ghost” and not know that about me?


10 Responses to “Published Researcher, Creative Writer”

  1. Hey lady…just checking in. Let me hear from you when you can.

    Skip 🙂 xo

  2. This is cute. Haven’t heard from you in a while. I know you’re busy, but check in when you can!

    Take care,
    Skip 🙂 xo

  3. And thanks for coming on over to visit my blog. I think that any chance we get for looking out for one another makes this world a better place. And I’m all for that! 🙂

  4. Thanks for your like and comment on RUOK day!

  5. Wonderful! I look forward to hearing what you think about my stories (all true). Welcome aboard!

  6. Found you on WD’s forum. Awesome story, and so great that you’ve finally found your voice! I look forward to interacting with you more in the future!

  7. Yeah, it’s there in mom’s spare room in one of her many boxes… And you know, LY could mean Lonely Yak in some countries…;)

  8. One day we will find the booklet you and Lisa did all those years ago. Keep up the great work. LY (love you)

  9. Thanks so much. If I didn’t laugh at myself, I’d be crying! Glad you like what you’re reading!

  10. Lorna, you’re just too funny. I’ll be looking for that memoir and I’ve added you to my blogroll to keep myself laughing.

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