November was NaNoWriMo. And many people in my sphere (be it virtual or irl) participated. Me? I went another route. I didn’t add a single word to my novel-in-progress. And as we enter December, I continue to not write. If this not-writing goes on much longer, it may necessitate a designation change from novel-in-progress to… Continue reading Writing that Novel: Block, Break, or Bail?
a trace left behind the memory's taste still sweet my lipstick lover Determined to spend at least five minutes not thinking about ... all of it! Thanks to my always dependable inspirations FOWC and Putting My Feet in the Dirt
Burning blue So hot I am almost translucent But I want to be … Unseen Impalpable Concealed Hidden from eyes that watch Obscured from those that see. Invisible Consumed Today's Writing Origin Story: Procrastinating from the work I am supposed to be doing, I turned to my Word Press Reader. No intentions of blog writing.… Continue reading Consumed
Yesterday, Pure Haiku posted another one of my pieces. It may be (a bit?) dark, but I'm (a bit!) happy and proud. It's a great site if you dig haiku as much as I do! So check them (and my little piece) out by clicking here: Pure Haiku
falling water swirls her mind follows its heartbeat she flees the vortex I think of this haiku as a companion to the flash fiction piece I wrote for The Drabble. It's only 97 words so check it out here if you haven't read it. #foreveryes Neither of these pieces is meant to suggest or advocate suicide.… Continue reading Fleeing the Vortex
I tell myself I write for the love of writing. I tell myself it's OK if no one else reads it. I tell myself that something can be good even if no one else *likes* it. I tell myself .... But ... And what about ... And if a tree falls in a forest is… Continue reading #foreveryes
I love the word “saucy.” It’s a great stand-in for sassy (when that feels like it cheapens the meaning) or rude (when that feels too aggressive or offensive). It’s a perfect descriptor for my growing suspicion that I’ve tricked myself yet again into wasting untold hours when I should have been writing! Cheeky Skepticism works… Continue reading I have a Saucy Suspicion that those Super Important Things I Did to Avoid Writing the Next Great American Novel were Really Just PROCRASTINATION!
The phrase “Inky Adventures” reminds me of Nathanial Hawthorne’s famous 1855 diatribe on female writers: “America is now wholly given over to a damned mob of scribbling women, and I should have no chance of success while the public taste is occupied with their trash-and should be ashamed of myself if I did succeed.” Admittedly… Continue reading Inky Adventures & Scribbling Women
A Bottle of Wine ~ Abstemious Intentions ~ Pave the Road to Hell ~ Writing Prompt courtesy of Putting My Feet in the Dirt
Living in a city provides a constant stream of interesting sights. A thirty-something white woman walks down the street wearing only an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Converse high tops. A possibly biracial teenager on a skateboard rolls past me and I hear him say (in a rather joyous tone) “fuck you” to whomever… Continue reading Seeing Like a Writer: How Do I Separate Facts for Fiction?