Photo by Danil Aksenov on Unsplash. Here we are. 2019 is ending and 2020 is about to begin. I am eating a baked potato and sitting at my desk, feeling tired and wondering what to write. I considered not writing an end-of-year post, but realized I would probably feel bad if I didn't. I didn't blog at all … Continue reading 2019 in Review: Poetry, Stories, and Death
Wordle 434. The stream of glittery ideas, smooth and elusive like fish, seems to have dried up. It's not my fault. The past couple of weeks have been extremely difficult for a few reasons and I haven't had the energy or the mind-space to write as I usually do. I've been shuffling along from day … Continue reading On My Inability to Write and Dealing with Grief–Wordle 434
Photo by Suzy Hazelwood from Pexels. I could write more flash fiction today, but I thought I would share a few writing updates that have had me on the edge of my seat with anticipation. 1) In the past two weeks, I have submitted a set of poems and a short story to different magazines. My goal for … Continue reading Writing Updates!
Confession time: in the past few days I've been obsessively checking and refreshing my page to see if I've gotten any more likes or comments. Even one more would give me the brief, euphoric feeling that yes, someone does in fact appreciate what's recently emerged from my imagination. I feel, for a few seconds, recognized … Continue reading The Dangerous Euphoria of “Likes”
This is how I'm feeling this afternoon. A small adjustment in my regular medication is messing with my head, and since I needed to write anyway, I wrote about it. Disconnected now I spiral out, where phantom zephyrs blow, Driving my life-line Beyond my deadened grasp; I am resigned To drift here … Continue reading Poem for RDP Wednesday: Blast
Right now, I have a bunch of posts sitting in my Likes folder because they've sparked some sort of story idea and I want to keep track of the prompts. The problem is, I don't know which idea to develop, and even if I did, I wouldn't have time to work on it. I have … Continue reading Too Many Ideas and Not Enough Time
Today’s post is one I wrote about a year and a half ago but which is just as true of me today as it was then. I thought I would share it now, as it seemed to be helpful for me to write and for others to read. I’m always glad when I can encourage someone.
Drawing is my natural state of being. And now, writing is too. Profuse thoughts of things to create, whether through words, yarn, or pencil, are always percolating in my mind. Oh, I think, as I sit at work not succeeding in my attempt to concentrate, I could practice drawing dogs! I could write the next chapter of my children’s book! I could bake blueberry scones! I could try a cool new crochet pattern! This, reader, is just a glimpse into my daily life. Needless to say, functioning as a regular adult who does regular adult things, like working a full-time job, is somewhat hampered by this constant stream. Thus, the title of this post.
When I say “drink tea,” I mean, imbibe at least three cups a day, preferably some sort of black tea (such as Earl Grey or English Afternoon) with sugar and milk. Mind you, I used to…
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Nighttime is and has been consistently my best writing time. When it's dark out and I'm winding down, my inner editor seems to wind down as well and I feel freer and more able to write. Some of my best poems have been written while sleepless at 2 AM and many of my story ideas … Continue reading Tonight I Have the Urge to Write, But…
I often feel the need to write about the topic of the unpredictable imagination. My brain often surprises and even alarms me with the things it pulls out of itself, and it can be helpful to process my reaction through blogging about it. Today's Throwback Thursday post, written about a year ago, is an example. … Continue reading Throwback Thursday #22
Photo by Aleksandar Pasaric from Pexels Continuing my new Monday tradition of posting a poem that has influenced my own poetry writing, here is a poem by Archibald MacLeish. I have loved this poem for years and have tried to emulate its style before, but MacLeish writes in a way that I can't seem to … Continue reading Ars Poetica, by Archibald MacLeish