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”
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.
Continue reading “Pondering pseudonyms and alter egos”
I posted a few questions the other day and invited you to respond. To get to know some of the bloggers, click on this post and go to the comments.
Note: there may or may not be a snarky, smart-ass comment in there from yours truly. #SorryNotSorry 😛
As promised, here are my responses: Continue reading “8 responses to my own questions (plus link love)”
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, a hangover. But not from cocktails. A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit. Distractions. A fantasy filled with desire and hope. Longing. There is no time, no peace, no focus. But it will come. It has to. The story takes shape, slowly, like the torso of a snowman. Getting bigger, fatter. Until it melts. Again. Sleep eludes. The wifi beckons. It never sleeps. Maybe the words will form at dawn. Maybe not. Continue reading Elusive sleep
Imagine a writer. A house full of family. Noise and clutter. Continue reading “Imagine a writer”
To be quite honest, I don’t really believe in this whole gift giving thing at Christmas anymore. Sure, let the kids have some presents, but for myself, I honestly don’t need or even want anything.
Which doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the token. I’m just saying, save your money. 🙂 Continue reading “Thoughts about gift giving, writing and She Sheds”
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”
Revitalized slightly, submitted to Masters Review contest on May 30, 2020
Imagine, a cabin. A single room with a small kitchenette, indoor plumbing, electricity and a fireplace. Continue reading “The writer’s cabin”