Imagine your words, written or spoken, affecting your audience.
They teach, the words. Cultivate the mind and spirit.
They inspire. Enlighten. Warm the heart and soul.
Words have meaning, deep and profound.
Where do they come from, the words?
Continue reading Imagine your words
Imagine a friend,
In a faraway land,
Or in the next town over.
Continue reading Clandestine tales
No matter what time I go to bed I’m up at 6 am.
Only very rarely do I stay in bed past that time. Or go back to bed after a trip to the loo. 🙂
There is something about the quiet, the solitude, the dim light in the early mornings that appeals to me. Wakes my senses, makes them more pronounced. This is usually a good time to start writing.
But not always.
Continue reading Noise, silence and writing
Imagine…something. A story. A fantasy. Words that flow out of your head and into your keyboard.
There they sit. Staring back at you.
Continue reading The words will come (or not)
Imagine a writer. A house full of family. Noise and clutter.
Continue reading Imagine a writer
She saw him sitting there on a bar stool at the counter, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was looking at a screen in his hand. He didn’t see her looking at him.
Continue reading The abstract dream
Imagine, a cabin. A single room with a small kitchenette, indoor plumbing, electricity and a fireplace.
Continue reading The writer’s cabin
Should I start a binder? Or keep an electronic file for my rejections?
One thing I’ve noticed is that I don’t have that many rejections (but I do have several). Main reason for this is because I have not submitted many pieces. I need to get it together here and JUST DO IT.
Continue reading Collecting writing rejections
So this NaNoWriMo thing has been kind of unconventional for me.
To be clear: I’m writing, daily, but I’m not writing the memoir as I originally planned. I have my reasons – partly because I have to have oodles of uninterrupted time to go back to that childhood memory of me in the hospital, and live in it, if you know what I mean. I have to find that little girl voice and experience the experiences, so I can put them in words.
I can’t do that when I have to constantly go to the rink or cook dinner or answer questions or supervise chores or feed guinea pigs or go grocery shopping or argue with teenagers…
Continue reading Squeezing in writing during youth sports weekends
Writing for National Novel Writing Month has had a bit of a rocky start. But, like many parents around the world, weekends belong to youth sports, so there’s that.
Still, since November 1, I have managed to churn out a small amount of the anticipated 50k total expected by the end of the month: alas, only about 2000 words so far. None of them for the memoir though – I’m working on a different story.
Continue reading Typical morning routine of a NaNoWriMo writer