Birthplace: Vermont, USA.
Current Residence: South of Atlanta, Georgia, USA.
(Enigma, Delerium, Adele, Lady Gaga, VNV Nation, Goldfrapp, Vangelis, Maroon 5 to
name a few see MyMusic for more), reading, WRITING, art, dancing,
swimming, camping, hiking, the woods,
sidewalk fusion, spaghetti, Oreos and milk, cloud watching, going down the
slide at the playground, wearing dark glasses, jeans, big T-shirts, going barefoot
and unsweetened iced tea.
Dislikes: Heavy opera, people who take themselves
too seriously, people who use Facebook and the like to be mean, being bored, having writer’s block, marshmallows,
anchovies, too many rainy days in a row, uptight clothes, noisy neighbors,
telephone solicitations, SPAM, being told I can't.
Favorite Getaway: Some place
green, secluded and quiet, mountain cabin, tent in the woods, hut on a
tropical island…no phone please.
Favorite Possession: None.
Possessions are just things. I put more stock in relationships. If I have
a few good relationships, I can lose all my possessions and still be okay.
Person Most Influential: My
mother, an imperfect person, living in an imperfect world, dreaming of
perfection, while dealing with some of the worst kinds of human
imperfection. She made me strong.
Person Most Admired: My admiration goes to
anyone who refuses to be anything but what they are and to hell with what
other people think. Uniformity is a means of control, not a
necessity of life.
People I'd Like to Meet:
(in no particular order in this world or the next) Susan Sarandon, Anthony Hopkins, Cher,
Jane Fonda, Dame Judi Dench, Kevin Spacey, Jack Nicholson, John Travolta, Jodie Foster, Sigourney Weaver,
Miller, Harrison Ford, Morgan Freeman, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jeff Goldblum, Betty
White, Jane Curtin, Billy Crystal, Tim
Curry, Bette Midler, Gloria Steinem, Elton John,
To evoke emotion in my readers. Love it, hate it. At least you felt
TV: When I have time to watch, these are some of my
entertainment choices: Discovery Channel, NATGEO, Major Crimes, Rosewood,
Dark Matter, Killjoys, Face Off, Luther, Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones,
House of Cards and
anything Sherlock Holmesish with a not too obvious plot.
Psst! She likes purple.
Morgan Summerfield was
born in rural Vermont, USA, to a farming family of small means. She has
lived in many states up and down the Eastern seaboard--and a few in the
Midwest, including Minnesota. Burrr! This may be why it is so hard to pin
down her accent.
When we first met, I found
Morgan very strange. I could not fathom her writing process because it
seemed so random and chaotic. Yet, after I came to know her better, it
made total sense. She is a woman possessed by her passions. While she has
written many dry technical documents and articles, she is infatuated with
fiction and happiest when immersed in it.
Following a diverse
path, Morgan has worked in many fields and functions including teacher,
designer, dog trainer, technical writer, and bartender. She knows which
end of the hammer to use, can lay tile, pour and finish concrete, frame
walls, and hang drywall. She hosted a cable television program, has
managed a number of different businesses, and has written for radio.
I said she was possessed
by her passions and that was meant to be plural. Morgan is also an artist
and when she isn't writing she is covered in paint spatter. She really
puts herself into her work. I saw her spend two insane weeks painting
almost non-stop. She produced forty paintings of varying sizes and
content. There is no halfway with her. When inspiration strikes all else
flies out the window. This goes for everything she does. If you ask
three, she'll give you six and put a bow on one. She will work until the
well runs dry then fall into profound sleep. She reminds me of that little
pink bunny in the battery commercials when she is creating. I’m not a psychiatrist, but she
might be a functional manic depressive. I'd advise against letting her on
This woman has
experienced and survived extremes of adversity more than once in her life,
including three brushes with death. A quote from her on the subject that
is indicative of her life view: "We can let an event define us or we
can define the event. We are all the sum of our experiences good and bad.
What we take from and let go of from those experiences shape us. Looking
death in the face gives one a totally new perspective on life. Facing it
more than once only solidifies that perspective. There are a few important
things then there is everything else."
While Morgan is very
friendly and easy to engage in conversation, it is hard to get her to talk
about herself. She comes off as a bit of a mystery during a conversation,
not overly free with details, but that makes a conversation with her
interesting. Your own imagination gets fired up as it speculates over what
she’s not saying. You learn more by watching her move through life and
being around her than you can by asking questions. Watch her eyes. If
you see light dancing in them, there is more she's not telling.
Morgan is a self
professed introvert by nature and extrovert by necessity. Stick her in a
closet with pen and paper and she is a happy little mushroom creating
away. Yank her from the dark, dust her off, push her out in front of
people, and she blooms so brightly you may need your sunglasses. Some
people say she is a contradiction and anything but normal. Those of us who
know her choose to believe she is simply a force of nature that will not
I asked someone who knew
her in her teens to describe her and this is what they said: "Think of
someone who can maintain a 3.5 grade point average by doing all her work
in the fifteen minutes before school starts each day. Give her long dark
hair, bedroom eyes, a short black skirt and the reddest lipstick possible
then put her in the front row of French class so she can drive the teacher
crazy. She’ll challenge the teacher but get an ‘A’ despite herself...and
no one in the class will forget her." Based on this description, I
would say she hasn't changed much.
"That's a yes, right?"
"Never a traditionalist."
have never enjoyed drama in my life. I love it on the screen or in a
good book, but in
real life...I can do without it. So, with that said, sordid details
(injury, illness, death) will not be offered regarding my absence from
life, rather the little story below,
Into the Black...and Back. Those who know me on a personal level may ask questions, but may not
necessarily get answers. You know I love a mystery. What is important, at
least to me, is that I may once more express my gift of story telling and
evoke a reaction in my readers. With my new screenwriting skills, I may
even push my stories to the big screen. Now, that is an experience I will
More about my
screenwriting adventure here.
There was once
this high creative with a seemingly endless well of inspiration that
she shared with others. Life often tried to drain the well, cap it, or
dry it up, but the well persisted because the high creative regularly
filled it with light. The blithe little creature filled with hope
would always recover, shake off the inspiration-killing whatever, and
continue traveling down the road of her desires.
Then, one day the
sky grew dark, and dawn didn’t come. A new inspiration killer entered
her realm, one not so easily conquered—not that the others had been
easy, but this one seemed to be constructed of a far more dense and
oppressive material. It clung to the creature weighing her down and
eroding her spirit. Eventually, the darkness seeped into the well of
inspiration, turning it murky and sucking the creative soul right out
of it. The once creature of light was extinguished and in its place
hovered an ashen, nondescript zombie who could do little more than go
through the motions of life.
One might think
this was the end, the evils of the world had claimed yet another
victim. However, as in all good stories, there was a ray of hope. Deep
down at the very bottom of the well of inspiration lay a glimmer. That
glimmer grew enough to be noticed by the high creative. At first, it
was simply considered an irritation and ignored, but it was a
persistent little glimmer. Day in and day out the glimmer attempted to
spark the high creative into action. The glimmer knew that all it
would take to start a chain reaction was a glimpse of color, a simple
flash of blue, red, or green, anything but gray.
That day came.
The impetus? Fate, chance, divine plan, chaos theory, accident, or
alignment of the stars. The name of the force matters far less than
what the force achieved. The high creative was on edge from the
glimmer’s constant nagging. In a moment of vexation, blind faith, or
subconscious desire, the high creative surrendered to the glimmer and
took a leap into something that her inspiration killer warned would be
her doom. By this time doom was looking good.
As it turns out,
it spelled doom for the inspiration killer instead. Slowly, the high
creative has been peeling away the dark, oppressive gunk fouling her
well of inspiration. There is still some filtering and decontamination
to be performed, but the high creative is back. It may take a few
months for her to fully recover, so be gentle with her. Then you can
make fun of her all you like. :-)
moral of the story is…well, as Jason Nesmith said in GALAXY QUEST, “Never
give up. Never surrender.” Find the patch
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