Emily Vieweg, MFA is a poet and playwright originally from St. Louis, Missouri. Her work has been published in Foliate Oak, The Voices Project, Northern Eclecta, Red Weather Literary Magazine, Soundings Review, Art Young's Good Morning, and more.
Her one-act play Atomic Lounge was performed in Chicago at The 25th Annual Abbie Hoffman Died for Our Sins Theatre Festival in 2013.
Emily's debut chapbook Look Where She Points is available from Plan B Press.
Emily's second chapbook, Conversations with Beethoven and Bach, is available through Amazon.com.
She lives in Fargo, North Dakota where she is a mother of two, pet parent, data processor and adjunct English instructor.
Thursday, April 23, 2015
I am in the middle of week 2, I have 9 weeks left. I will walk in Commencement on May 15, just a few weeks away, but will not complete my thesis until June. Needless to say, this makes me nervous. For most of my life I have dreamed of becoming a writer. I have felt that my voice is important; that I have something to say, that maybe a story I make up or an experience I have can help someone else figure something out about themselves. I don't know, I've just always had the desire to express myself. Even when I was a very shy kindergartener, when I didn't speak in class the first half of the year, I am certain I had things I wanted to say - I just didn't know how. I was afraid.
Well guess what, life happened and now my voice is developing into a bullhorn. Maybe that's not the best analogy... The point is, my voice is important. What I have to say is important. Since screaming doesn't allow anyone to hear a message, hopefully the written word will make it easier. Perhaps someone will read the words and say "Hey, that makes sense."
We'll see where the thesis wants to go. I have several poems ready to sort into three sections - I haven't titled them yet, but for the most part, they'll be focused aroudn the process of letting go of something - a memory, a person, an idea, a comfort; and moving towards acceptance of the possibility of uncertainty of the future - but remembering that it's just a THING we let go of - that actually, we carry all of that "stuff" within us to help us survive the future.
Something like that.
I won't be publishing all the pieces on the blog, as that is considered "Published" to many literary magazines - so if a piece is published elsewhere, I will post it here with publishing credits.