Words, mostly
I got derailed this weekend.
When a friend asked me to be a beta reader for some chapters he wrote, and I said yes, I didn’t know it was going to derail me from my own writing.
Except, it didn’t really.
Allow me to explain. Continue reading “Writing catharsis”
As some of you know, I am still She-Shed-less and in dire need of privacy, peace, solitude and a distraction-free space to call my own. As some of you also know, I escaped to mom’s. She has that, and more. ❤ Which is why I can now write a blog post about actual, physical proof that I did something writing related that is not a blog post. Hah.
Yesterday, I submitted a story I wrote years ago to a celebrated online magazine. Continue reading “Writing progress”
Would it surprise you to read I have never listened to a Beyoncé song? I mean, on purpose. Her music is played here and there and everywhere, so she’s kind of hard to miss. 😉
Typically I’m a classic rock kinda gal, with some 80s and 90s soft rock or even a bit of pop thrown in.
I mention Beyoncé because a friend of mine brought her up the other day. Actually, she referred to her as Sasha Fierce. I had to google this name. I didn’t know what she was talking about.
It was within the last year or so I created some mantras as a reminder to stay focused.
I’ve been struggling with focus recently, so I figured a revisit to my mantras was due.
There are two that deserve mention today.
A little while ago I released a short story on this blog as an experiment.
The story Stalemate (part 1) (1200ish words – under 10 minute read) was a stand-alone piece of fiction I created in which I explore character development in a romantic setting. If you’ve read it you will have noticed I deviated away from the standard romance genre…nothing Harlequin about my writing style. ☺
My aim was to write a sexually charged preamble, without actually delving into any sort of resolution. There was no happy ending, no steamy sex, no contact at all.
I wanted to create an introspective analysis of the protagonist as she reacted to a man who causes her much emotional turmoil. Basically, it was (supposed to be) about building tension between the two opposing characters.
I think I succeeded.
It was about a year and a half ago when I wrote extensively about midlife invisibility, seeking self-worth and all sorts of topics on writing including mantras like if not now, when.
I set goals. I set the path toward my goals in motion. I trekked along, tripped and stumbled occasionally, but more or less, things seemed to be propelling forward, albeit at a relatively slow pace.
But still, I could see the path behind me getting a little bit longer every time I looked.
Then, I fell off the proverbial horse. Right into a mud puddle, flanked by dirty snowbanks.
This is where I’m sitting right now, all muddy, wet, cold and uninspired. Unmotivated. Unfulfilled. Continue reading “Flowing words inhibited by distractions”
Imagine a schedule.
Full, full, full.
Headache abounds.
Motivation doesn’t.
Same old. Continue reading “Elusive escape”
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.
Tone matters.
Timing, too.
Where do they come from, the words? Continue reading “Imagine your words”
Imagine a tree, decorated to please.
With glitter and glass,
And shiny trinkets.
Some are made by the hand of a child.
Others, handed down from generations ago.
But the new year beckons, and for some, that means something: Continue reading “Love on branches”
Imagine a friend,
In a faraway land,
Or in the next town over. Continue reading “Clandestine tales”
