The Friday Poem: Silhouette

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The Friday Poem: Just Blink

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The Friday Poem: The Blank page

The Friday Poem: Marinating My Molars

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The Friday Poem: Sometimes

Sometimes

The Friday Poem: Colors I Cannot See

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The Friday Poem: Meditation for today

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Writing Update: One Chunk at a Time

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Some days, nothing happens. You send poems and short stories out to publishers and they come back.
 
“No thanks.”
 
“Not for us.”
 
“Not what we’re looking for.”
 
And some days the sale of a poetry book pays for the coconut cake or you get an email that your poem has been accepted into an anthology.
 
Or an author whose poem you are giving feedback on asks about your writing, whether you’ve written anything new? You tell her you post a new poem nearly every Friday and she says, “Those are all new? You’re a machine!”
 
It’s the little things, they claim. But they can feel pretty big on any given day.
 
Right now, I’m furiously working on a short story. And by furiously, I mean I open the document every day, sometimes more than once, add whatever new words I can, and rearrange a few. It’s getting there, slooooowly.
 
I so very much want to finish drafting this story so I can set it aside to marinate while I go back to writing the second paranormal book.
 
I’m getting there, one chunk of scene at a time.

 

 

The Friday Poem: How Many Hues?

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The Friday Poem: Autumn Morn

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