Sunday, April 29, 2012

Hi! I'm Ute. I'm a---novelist


Once upon a time long ago, I began my writing life as a poet. Poetry is first and foremost a spoken art form, it is meant to be heard as much as it is meant to be seen or read. And so, as a poet, I did a lot of poetry readings.
                I remember the earliest of them: I’d get up in front of the crowd of three or four people (okay, sometimes the crowds were much bigger, we’re talking large single digits) with a sheaf of poems clutched in my sweaty hands and I’d say “Hi. I’m Ute Carbone. And I’m a poet.”

                After a time, it struck me that my introduction sounded a lot like something someone might say at an AA meeting (only with fewer participants). I could envision the scene:

                I stand up “Hi. I’m Ute. I’m a—Poet.”
                “Hi Ute,” chant the participants in unison.
                “It’s been three days and four hours since I wrote my last poem.”
                Everyone claps.
               
It turns out that poetry is a gateway obsession. I went from writing poems to writing short stories to (and here I’ll hang my head and whisper) writing novels.
I’m obsessed with novels, I admit it. I have untold number of words written in journals, some of which will never see the light. I spend my days talking to and about people that don’t really exist.
Yet something marvelous has come of this. Some of those words took root. Books, honest to goodness books, actually got written. And some of those books actually got or are getting published.
And now, I find I’m introducing myself to the readers here at the Writer’s Vineyard, my  sweaty fingers prodding the laptop keys: Hi. I’m Ute. I’m a novelist. It’s been four hours and three minutes since I wrote my last scene. 
Seems I’ve come full circle.
  
Ute
My Novel, The P-Town Queen is coming to Champagne Books on June 4

6 comments:

Julie Eberhart Painter said...

Love your sense of humor. Can't tell you how many times those words have worked their way into a conversation. Example:

At a hospice symposium class, we were to turn to the person next to us and say our names and something unique about ourselvves. I must have hit the coffee too hard. I said, "Hi, I'm Julie. I'm adopted; I come with a disclaimer."

And that serendipitously placed person replied: "I'm Sally, and I can't have children."

January Bain said...

Ute, I always liked your "plum in my heart" comments.

I too was a teenage poet. It always seems to begin with a need to express oneself and leads to a love of the words.

Welcome aboard!

Best, January

Veronica Helen Hart said...

Hi Ute,

I'm Ronnie and I'm a novelist, too. It's been two hours since I last wrote.

A fun blog and I do envy you being a poet first. I can enjoy poetry, but am illiterate when it comes to attempts at writing it.

Big Mike said...

Funny post. Welcome aboard. You're going to luv the team and all our visitors & followers.

Michael Davis (Davisstories.com)
Author of the Year (2008 and 2009)
Award of Excellence (2011)

Jude Johnson said...

Hi, I'm Jude and I'm a storyteller...which in some cultures would put me into the Pathological Liars Club. ;-)

Thanks for the smiles this morning, Ute!
"I was a Teenage Poet" brought an image of Michael Landon wearing an incredible expression of angst. LOL

Well done!

~Jude
http://jude-johnson.com

Rosemary Gemmell said...

Love your introduction, Ute - and I heard an agent recently say that poets make the best novelists!