The Friday Poem: Sometimes


The Friday Poem: Autumn Morn


The Friday Poem: Good-bye Dragonfly


The Friday Poem: But what?

A Friday mystery poem. Anyone care to take a stab at what changed, or continue the story with their own?


Update: Poem Shares and Write-ins


Wow! There were 172 shares of my last poem when I grabbed this screen capture on Monday. I’m always amazed, and grateful, when I post a poem and people let me know that they are enjoying it. A lot of the time I’m just trying to get feelings out about a situation or event, or trying to capture a moment in time. It’s wonderful to know that some of what I’m saying is resonating with others. Thank you!

I hosted a write-in at my library over the weekend. Getting a room full of people together to work on their own projects may seem a little odd to someone who has never experienced it but it generates a kind of creative energy in the room that propels you forward.

I provide a spread of food and prizes for various little contests. We do writing sprints, where people write as many words as they can for ten minutes and then the person who writes the most gets a prize. (Sometimes I give a prize to the person who writes the least too.) This time we also did prizes for the first person in the room, someone writing a memoir, and someone who did research before the write-in.

If you’d like to experience a write-in, National Novel Writing Month is coming in November and there will be write-ins all over the country. You can find more info at NaNoWriMo dot org.

Personally, I did more research than writing this time but I guess that’s the way it goes when you’re trying to write a story that captures the feel of a historic event like the reconnaissance of Iwo Jima in 1945. I keep finding new facts that spark new questions. Eventually, the story will find solid footing and then it will really take off.

The Friday Poem: Imprints


Update: Inspirational Books – Not What You Think

Like a crazy writer, I’m just adding pages every day to my works in progress, using whatever inspiration comes my way.
Working in a public library, one thing that catches my eye are the books on the shelves. Here are a couple that I found inspirational this past week.
Excruciatingly correct behavior, anyone? I’ll take a pass. But, it could be a fun thing to play with in a story.

The Friday Poem: Hidden


The Friday poem. From A Sanctuary Built of Words: Poems of Peace, Grief, and Passion. (Available through Amazon as print or ebook.)

Writing Update: Celebrate, Research, Write


After a little bit of celebrating, a whole lot of research, and a little bit of psyching myself out, I opened two new word processing documents on Friday and started actually writing on my next two projects.

One is a short story with a twist on the legends about Skinwalkers from Native American myth. It’s set during the last few days before the U.S. landing at Iwo Jima. The marines really want to get someone onto Iwo Jima to do recon, but they can’t send just anyone.

The other one I started is the second book in my paranormal line – Firebound. I’ve scribbled bits and pieces in my notebook, worked on characters, and outlined, but it felt really good to open up the document and just start writing. Right now, my main character wants to become a nun. We’ll see how that works out.

My only goal at this point is to open both documents every day and add to them. There’s some outline in my head and I’ll do more of that as time permits. I’m a little bit plotter and a little bit pantser, I guess.

Update: Writing or Rhubarb? Both


When the rhubarb rolls around, take the time to make cobbler.

Sometimes I get to the end of the month and wonder – what did I accomplish? This past month has been filled with working eight hours a day, driving an hour each way to get there, spending quality time with my daughter (including playing Harry Potter Clue,) cooking, getting groceries, laundry, Easter preparations, reading three really good novels on the theme of visual arts for my book club (The Muralist by B.A. Shapiro was outstanding,) and a ridiculous amount of time getting my car repaired so it would pass inspection.

I still managed to write a number of new poems (April is National Poetry Month,) edit a short horror story, submit some stories for publication and very nearly finish editing my paranormal romance novel, Earthbound, to submit. (Just two more scenes to go!)

I tried to rush the editing but Life has a way of slowing me down, of reminding me that it’s quality over speed that counts. Life is also about balance, and the rhubarb only arrives once a year.

Seriously, Google “Smitten Kitchen rhubarb cobbler recipe.” Totally worth it.

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