Conjuror Of Cherokee Stories

 

 

So excited to have special guest, author Holly Sullivan McClure, today on the Femmes blog! I've just finished reading her new book, CONJUROR, which has three of my favorite things - Cherokee life, legends and a supernatural element. Fantastic! I really loved being in that world. 

 

 

Welcome, Holly!

 

 

Why I Write

by Holly McClure

 

Most writers can attest that reviewers, whatever the media, have a stock list of questions they ask us. One I've heard several times is a variation on the theme, ‘when did you know you were a writer.’ It’s an easy one for me to answer. 

I was five years old, and worshiped the ground my Cherokee grandpa walked on. He loved stories and riddles, so I wrote one as a gift to him. I’m sure my block print was illegible, mostly symbols I invented, but Grandpa kept that lined sheet of notebook paper from my brother’s ring binder in his pocket for years. He knew every word of that story and repeated it to anyone who would listen. Looking back, I realize he knew what it said because he asked me to read it to him before he folded it and put it in his pocket.  The story was about a little girl who had an amazing adventure. 
     

The Magic Girl

Without a ladder, and without climbing, Magic Girl went to the top of an apple tree and picked an apple. 
Then she walked across the creek without a bridge and didn't get wet. 
She went under the roots of the apple tree and saw where the roots became the tree. 
She looked inside an ant’s town and saw where they kept their babies. 
Then she climbed up through the roots of the tree, and walked all the way to the top. 
She jumped down to the ground and didn't get hurt. 
The end.

I was proud of that story, but even prouder that my grandpa, the champion riddle solver of the world, couldn't figure out how Magic Girl did all those wonderful things. He didn't believe it was possible.

Of course it was possible, because I was Magic Girl and this was my adventure, and my apple tree. A storm blew it over, it fell across the creek, and I played on it until it was added to the pile of fireplace wood.  

What a magical experience to explore the roots of a tree and see a hidden, underground world I never imagined before. It whetted my appetite for more. I turned over rocks and wrote about the little creatures living there, creating tunnels and roadways, scurrying away from the light. How dark it must have been under there before I exposed them. I put the rock back just the way I found it, and made up stories about the mysterious denizens of the dark. 

Earthworms had a story, imagined as builders, the makers of caves and tunnels for other creatures to live in. Ants were easy. They had a plan to bring in their big relatives, the huge orange striped cow ants, and the big red ants with nasty stings, and take over the territory under the willow tree. I worried about that. 

With an imagination like that, I had to write. The alternative was to admit that my world view was so strange, and my version of reality so warped, I might have a problem. So, I’m still writing, making up stories that sound totally outlandish to the uninitiated. With so many mysteries, so many things beyond our mortal understanding, it’s my way of explaining the universe to myself. It might be true, or it might not. I live by the law of the storyteller. 

Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

With that in mind, I set to work immortalizing my storytelling- riddle solving grandfather, my family in the Smokey Mountains, and me as that little girl believing in magic. I took one of Grandpa’s scariest stories and inserted in in the middle of that little girl’s world and watched it come to life in a way that still scares me. Conjuror, from Mercer University Press is as close as I will ever come to an autobiography, even though I took a few liberties with actual facts. As a writer, it’s what I do. Isn’t that why we write?

 

I believe you're right. Taking liberties is the fun part. :) 

 

Readers and writers, were you also inspired by grandparents' stories? They have a special tug on our hearts, don't you think? Feel free to share a favorite saying or thought, something your old ones said that makes you smile.

 

 

Comments

[Mary S.]

Holly - thank you so much for sharing this with us today!

The older men in Conjuror were so real to me. Now, after hearing about your Grandpa, I see why. :) Loved them.

[Storyteller Mary]

I love your magic riddle, and I love your grandfather for encouraging your imagination. Thanks so much for sharing the story . . . now off to get your book. ;-)