Bio:
Mariah
E. Wilson is a writer from beautiful British Columbia. She has been published
in Thin Air Magazine, Every Day Poets, The Kitchen Poet, Literary Orphans and
The Corner Club Press, for which she is also now the Poetry Editor. Her first
poetry collection, We Walk Alone, was
published by Writers AMuse Me Publishing.
Welcome, Mariah. What do you enjoy most
about writing poems?
I love
finding new ways to say things. I love playing with words and manipulating
their meanings. Sound is fun, I like to play with that too. If I can find a new
way to say something that I feel will connect with people, it’s a good day.
Can you give us a little insight into a
few of your poems – perhaps a couple of your favorites?
There’s
a little known fact about the poem “Candy” I wrote it based off a picture of
myself. I’m the pot-bellied child in the blue swim suit (I’m not picking my
nose in the picture though) My mom still has the picture somewhere, I remember
seeing it a long time ago.
Dandelion
Daydreams is one of my favorite poems of all time. It’s light and fun and a
little surreal. I enjoyed writing it.
Of all
the poems that I included I’m the most proud of The Myth of You. Writing that
one really surprised me. It turned out far better than I expected it to.
There’s an undertone of sadness in it that I never intended to inject, but it
works, I think.
What form are you inspired to write in
the most? Why?
I
generally only write in free form. Sometimes I’ll whip up a quick haiku, but
for the most part I stick to free form. I have written in other forms and I just
find that I can best express myself if I have no restrictions.
What type of project are you working on
next?
I’m
actually working on several projects. I have completed two additional poetry
collections. The first is called Lost in Translation and the poems in it are
based on words from different languages that have no English translation. The
second is yet untitled, but I drew my inspiration from user names I saw on
Tumblr. I’m also working on four different novels at the moment. All are in the
YA/NA genres.
When did you first consider yourself a
writer / poet?
I
first knew I wanted to be a writer when I was ten, but I didn’t consider myself
one until much later, which is silly, to be frank. If you write, you are a
writer. I wish I would have realized that sooner. I guess I first started to
consider myself a writer in my early to mid twenties when I started connecting
with other writers and started seeking publication.
How do you research markets for your
work, perhaps as some advice for not-yet-published poets?
There
are some great call for submission groups on Facebook. I used to use Duotrope,
which is a fantastic site, but I haven’t since they started charging.
What would you say is your interesting
writing quirk?
I’m
not sure I have any writing quirks. Either I really don’t, or I have so many
that I can’t recognize them anymore. If I had to answer, I’d say that my most
interesting writing quirk relates to my novel writing. I am a pantser by
nature. I write books by pantsing my way through about thirty thousand words
and tossing my project in the garbage. I move onto something else and
eventually I go back to my canned project with new perspective and new ideas.
It seems when I do things that way, I’m able to produce a viable storyline,
sometimes I even get through to the end of the story.
As a child, what did you want to be
when you grew up?
I
really only ever wanted to be an author. There wasn’t ever any other career that
held my interest. I toyed with the thought of doing other things, but nothing
ever stuck.
Anything additional you want to share
with the readers?
I’ll
share the most crucial bit of knowledge about writing that I have.
You
can’t go it alone. If you are a writer you need writer friends. You need people
who understand how hard it is to get something from you brain down onto paper.
You need friends who understand the agony and the ecstasy of the craft. One of
the most essential things in a writers tool box, is other writers. If it were
not for my writer friends (they know who they are) I probably would not still
be writing.
Thanks, Mariah!
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