Feel words all day in Wilde atmosphere

September 8, 2012 |  by  |  Spotlight Saturday  |  , , , ,


Welcome to Wilde country. It’s an honor to introduce my writing friend, Amy Wilde. She’s finished her memoir (cue the happy dance!) and currently seeks an agent for her book. She’s a budding novelist who also happens to be one part tech-savvy career woman, one part cowgirl. More than 50 articles boast Amy’s byline, including coverage of Sundance Film Festival. Someday soon I’ll say, “I knew her when…” Those who know Amy personally see her words reflect her inspiring, real-life beauty.

Q. Your Twitter bio shares: “I feel words all day long. They reach inside me. Tug at my heart. Make me think. Want to share.” What beautiful phrases – what do you mean by that?

A. Words are the mortar in memories, they are the feeling in a song, and the intimate touches of communication. The day my dear Gram passed from this life I was just minutes too late to say goodbye to her. I sat there in the hallway of the care center with my head in my hands crying harder than I ever have. Yet, her words rung clear in my mind that moment. I could feel her telling me how much she loved me, and that she would miss me too. Words, strung together like poetry, contain power to move the soul.

Q. What inspired your first memoir about your experience with cleft lip palate, White Bees?

A. My mom inspired me. She told me I had a story to tell, and she was right. She and I had gone to the movie, “The Help” and in the parking lot after the movie we spent the better part of an hour talking about my book. I was so excited to get home to write I could hardly drive the speed limit. For a year my memoir was all I thought about, spending every spare minute at night and on the weekends writing. When I presented her and my two sisters with the first draft of “White Bees,” bound and shiny, during a Mother’s Day luncheon, it was hard to hold back the tears. My older sister Jeannie, who protected me from the bully and taught me inner strength read the book cover to cover in one sitting that night. She called the next day to tell me I had written something most novelists only dream of: a page turner. Writing about personal pain and triumph is a difficult process. I am currently finalizing revisions on the book.

In the near future I hope to become a spokesperson and advocate for cleft palate repair, and work with parents of children born with cleft lip/palate to help them overcome initial fears.

Q. As a career woman, mom of three, columnist, freelance writer, you work all day, then write from 9 to midnight. What motivates you to push yourself?

A. The person who said you should have balance in your life was likely not a working mom with aspirations to be a writer. The truth is my life has very little balance, but lots of choices. To make time for writing I choose to skip the TV shows I used to watch, and I turn on my words— and write. But I do so only after my children have been put to bed and my day job completed. Writing at night is my vice, and as such, no pushing is necessary.

Q. With 14 years’ experience in geography, what started you on a writing path?

A. I love my career of geography and target marketing (working with great people is the added bonus!), and have invested over 30,000 hours of my life in sharpening my GIS (geographic information system) saw. However, two years ago when I had my third baby, Maggie, I realized that I wanted to do more. Say more! Be more. And influence others! I was moved to become a writer. I nervously went into the local paper with a stack of writing samples and left them with the editor. She called me a few weeks later and wanted to meet me in person—and when we had that meeting she offered me the chance to have my own monthly column. Of course, I was beyond excited and went right home and wrote my first edition of “Atmosphere.”

Q. You’re an inspiring woman. What inspires YOU? Please share your personal motto.

A. Cowboys! (Which is probably why I married one.) I love that they have a connection with the land—and that they find a solution when the going gets tough. One of my favorite cowboy characters is Augustus “Gus” McCrae. “It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.” – spoken by Augustus McCrae

“A Boy and His Horse”

(dedicated to Amy’s cowboy husband and his best friend, Tory)

There was a horse, born 26 years ago on hill below the mountain. This horse was tough, but small in size, and nobody wanted her. There was a boy who wanted the horse, the horse nobody wanted. He needed this horse, and she needed him, and so it was decided. She was his best girl, his companion of the outdoors, and the magic in his childhood. The boy rode the horse high and low, whispering in her ear, telling all his stories. They went places, just the two of them, all over the face of the mountain. They grew up together, the horse nobody wanted and the boy who wanted her. They went to college, to rodeos, and miles and miles of hunting.

The years went by and the horse got sick. The boy was a man, and knew the time had come, but didn’t want to face it. The man and the horse walked together— to a special place on the mountain, and the man and his horse looked at each other. One last time. The boy hesitated. The man was brave. And the world stood still. For a moment, it was just the boy and his horse, and all those miles of trails. It was her shiny coat, her warm smell. It was all the years of loyal friendship, and all the memories, remembered in a few perfect moments.

Then the thunder clapped, the sound rang strong, and the mighty girl went quiet. The boy and the man fell together and drowned in the sorrow, aching over the bond that could never be broken. Because the boy loved the horse, and the horse loved the boy. He buried her in a safe place on the mountain, next to a rock that will never be moved, and a buckle never to be worn again. A place they both called home.

Connect with Amy

Twitter: @wildeatmosphere

Amy Wilde Atmosphere (blog)

Email:  Wilde.amy@gmail.com


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