Biography
ESTHER ELIZABETH BUCK was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where she still resides. She believes regardless of the places she visits, Philadelphia will remain her home always.
The Early Years
Esther started writing at a young age, unpacking her adjectives to get the job done, exploring the quirks that elaborated on pictures and sharing possibilities of storytelling.
Her first descriptive encouragement occurred when she was six from Dr. Nolan. It was said that the story she wrote during her two week recovery from surgery was exemplary and there was something grand on the horizon for her tales.
By seventh grade, she received a scathing critique warning about writing on nonsense, specifically discounting a pumpkin tree that would have collapsed with the weight of it's fruit. It was with that critique that she realized there was a foundation of truth in all fiction and that truth must be valued even if she sees it differently than others.
Esther started writing at a young age, unpacking her adjectives to get the job done, exploring the quirks that elaborated on pictures and sharing possibilities of storytelling.
Her first descriptive encouragement occurred when she was six from Dr. Nolan. It was said that the story she wrote during her two week recovery from surgery was exemplary and there was something grand on the horizon for her tales.
By seventh grade, she received a scathing critique warning about writing on nonsense, specifically discounting a pumpkin tree that would have collapsed with the weight of it's fruit. It was with that critique that she realized there was a foundation of truth in all fiction and that truth must be valued even if she sees it differently than others.
The artist looks at the same world but with a different perspective.
A writer puts that perspective into words with the objective to clarify it.
A writer puts that perspective into words with the objective to clarify it.
Adolescence
The adolescent writer is not developing necessarily during chronological adolescence. It is this long horrid process that occurs between the moment one accepts the passion and drive to write and that moment they are ready to be exposed by the writing.
In Esther's adolescent [writing] years, she wrote many poems and short stories and three completed novel-length tales. She explored personal and national histories to gain insight on grand ideas and the big picture surrounding her in the world. She became a part of the story she found herself writing.
Dorothy Paul said the word brilliant to her and she decided that word described what she wanted to be. She wanted to shine with brilliance to light the dark parts of the world that made her sink so many days.
Beverly Carmean told Esther she had a command for the English language and she knew that she could use that command to have the words help achieve the very brilliance within which she wanted to live.
Catherine Grove told Esther she was better than the garbage she wrote some days reminding Esther that not everything is going to be stupendous out of the gate. Ms. Grove was generous with her compliments when Esther deserved them but she was stern with her critiques reminding Esther that along with the accolades will come utter rejection. Esther learned to be mindful of the guidance within the criticism.
With internal demons growing as they consumed every negative word and the tools she had at her disposal, along with the inconvenience of life occurring in rushing waves around her, Esther went on a writing hiatus forsaking her full notebooks and lengthy files for incoherent notes scratched upon scraps of papers with fading ink from the errant pen finding its way into her hand for use.
In the exploration to organize the stories and the necessity within her, Esther found the impending exposure to be debilitating and she did little more than write enough for it to inconvenience her days and clutter her thoughts.
The words raged in her head, but were quiet on the page.
The adolescent writer is not developing necessarily during chronological adolescence. It is this long horrid process that occurs between the moment one accepts the passion and drive to write and that moment they are ready to be exposed by the writing.
In Esther's adolescent [writing] years, she wrote many poems and short stories and three completed novel-length tales. She explored personal and national histories to gain insight on grand ideas and the big picture surrounding her in the world. She became a part of the story she found herself writing.
Dorothy Paul said the word brilliant to her and she decided that word described what she wanted to be. She wanted to shine with brilliance to light the dark parts of the world that made her sink so many days.
Beverly Carmean told Esther she had a command for the English language and she knew that she could use that command to have the words help achieve the very brilliance within which she wanted to live.
Catherine Grove told Esther she was better than the garbage she wrote some days reminding Esther that not everything is going to be stupendous out of the gate. Ms. Grove was generous with her compliments when Esther deserved them but she was stern with her critiques reminding Esther that along with the accolades will come utter rejection. Esther learned to be mindful of the guidance within the criticism.
With internal demons growing as they consumed every negative word and the tools she had at her disposal, along with the inconvenience of life occurring in rushing waves around her, Esther went on a writing hiatus forsaking her full notebooks and lengthy files for incoherent notes scratched upon scraps of papers with fading ink from the errant pen finding its way into her hand for use.
In the exploration to organize the stories and the necessity within her, Esther found the impending exposure to be debilitating and she did little more than write enough for it to inconvenience her days and clutter her thoughts.
The words raged in her head, but were quiet on the page.
Write the words if your hand holds the pen.
The Writing Years
In two thousand - who knows? - four or five I suppose, Esther began writing with some regularity again and had pockets of time when she was regimented to write at least a hundred words a day. She would start the day by reviewing what she wrote the last time and then write something of significance for the day. In this time, she explored something very personal and fictionalized an account of her career path and where she was heading. She looks at that manuscript as far too personal to allow it in the light of publication.
Esther has made a point to write daily now and finds herself inspired from fractions of thoughts everywhere. Once she found a scrap of paper in her purse reading the words 'weeping love grass-do not cut' and wove a story around the inference.
Esther has written too much to list here, but is doing her best to add more writing to the fiction pages here. She will continue to update these pages.
In the past year she has found some outlets for her writing skills and has proofread, given comprehensive notes to fellow writers, completed structural and line edits and has recently ghost-written several stories. It seems like whenever folks discover that she is a writer they are amazed. But it's usually the people who tell her she has a command for words and she is missing her calling doing anything else.
So, she's giving writing a fair go at the midpoint in her life and hopes that it leads to joy and serenity.
In two thousand - who knows? - four or five I suppose, Esther began writing with some regularity again and had pockets of time when she was regimented to write at least a hundred words a day. She would start the day by reviewing what she wrote the last time and then write something of significance for the day. In this time, she explored something very personal and fictionalized an account of her career path and where she was heading. She looks at that manuscript as far too personal to allow it in the light of publication.
Esther has made a point to write daily now and finds herself inspired from fractions of thoughts everywhere. Once she found a scrap of paper in her purse reading the words 'weeping love grass-do not cut' and wove a story around the inference.
Esther has written too much to list here, but is doing her best to add more writing to the fiction pages here. She will continue to update these pages.
In the past year she has found some outlets for her writing skills and has proofread, given comprehensive notes to fellow writers, completed structural and line edits and has recently ghost-written several stories. It seems like whenever folks discover that she is a writer they are amazed. But it's usually the people who tell her she has a command for words and she is missing her calling doing anything else.
So, she's giving writing a fair go at the midpoint in her life and hopes that it leads to joy and serenity.
