Discovery: Part 2
Posted on September 29, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Honestly I could spend a lot of time, branding what I think discovery is.
But that would be useless.
Come show.
Go away tell.
Writer Support
Posted on September 29, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
I think the thing I enjoy most about writing other than the actual writing portion is writer support.
It still amazes me to this moment how writers from every where, all across the world, will support others that practice their craft.
I don’t know what anyone else thinks, but I think that is so beautiful. That really says something about the writing world. We all have a story to tell, but as writers we can make sure that no story ever goes unnoticed.
I’m in a writer’s group, I have been in some form or another for about 5 years now. The group I am in now is absolutely amazing. I learn something new every time we all meet. Now if you step back and take a look at our group. We have a former English/Journalism student, a Geologist, an author/mom, a math professor/author. We are all not just writers, we have other commitments, but we all make time to support each others writing careers and lives.
We have our own endeavors, but we all support each other.
Growing up I always thought writing was a reclusive thing, I loved it, but others frowned on it. As if they thought I never got out of the house and learned anything.
Now I’m grown up, I’ve made the writer world my home. It’s not reclusive. Nor does it not teach you anything. We as writer’s understand without writing, society would be nothing. There wouldn’t be books to educate with, there wouldn’t be libraries. Some of the smartest people in the world are writers. Writing is the framework of society.
That is why I will never not support other writers. When I go to events, I get so excited when I get to meet another author. You never know what ideas or new tools you or going to learn. Or you could possibly form a new friendship.
Writers will never die out because of some controversy society has caused. No, we are too strong for that. We teach about the controversy. As a whole, writer’s are what makes people understand.
All of us writers, together we are our own society.
“Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.”- Hermann Hesse
Passive Voice
Posted on September 29, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
My bloody nightmare.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who has an irrational fear of passive voice.
I use passive voice without thinking, I’m getting better. But as my editor likes to point out I go a little over board.
Anybody else come across this problem?
Itch
Posted on September 29, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
I’ve been getting this itch lately. Not like an under the skin itch but a brain itch.
Weird I know, but apparently it’s perfectly normal.
It’s like the hellion to Writer’s Block, but it won’t let me focus on one thing. For the last three years I made myself a promise, I can’t write any lengthy fiction until I finish my first novel. I stuck to it by a T. Since that time has ended, and my novel is done and published, I’ve been bouncing from project to project.
I have been doing this genre jumping thing. It’s sort of out of character for me. I stick to monsters and blood mostly. But this itch, it’s making me write in an unexpected way. I’m pushing my own writing boundaries. By creating scenarios and scenes that are completely out of what I call my “comfort zone”. I’m spending every hour when I should be asleep wracking my head of plot loop holes.
In the wees hours of the morning I will be going through cases of making a story so believable, there’s no way it can’t be true. I’m stepping out my head and finding a myth that everyone knows, and shoving it out there. Giving it a life, by showing it to the world in its most gruesome form. My next novel investigates one of these situations.
This itch, is pushing me to step out of Brooke’s World and telling the story of a myth no one wants to be true. As humans, we often times try to disassociate with the truth.
As writers it is our job to show the side no one wants to believe. We have to say it in a way that is upsetting. Otherwise it will get lost in the news of yesterday as everything else does eventually.
If it’s not controversial, it will probably be long forgotten. That is the world we live in.
The key lies in turning the itch in ones head, into a story that gets in their face, looks them in the eyes and says “You damn well better remember this”. Then three or so years later they remember back to it, and again it doubles them over by a punch to the gut.
That is the kind of story a brain itch deems to create.
Book Shoot
Posted on September 28, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
I decided to have a little fun with my first novel. And since it’s fall, why not have a photo shoot?
Any thoughts?
Discovery: Part 1
Posted on September 28, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
I haven’t picked a theme yet, but simultaneously now I have.
Discovery as a theme has a broad context. You can either think a lot into it or a little as you would like to. Which is nice.
There is this beauty to discovery, it can be a really great thing. Or not. Really, it’s ones own preference.
What is important is that we are all beings. We come from something else. We may not know our origins, or even who we are. What makes us all alike is that we all go on this journey of discovery. We want to find ourselves. Or we want to lose ourselves. Maybe both.
My goal with this theme when I’m writing these poems/ short fiction is to not think about it. I want it to be real. Not created. If a sentence is going to come, then it should come naturally. If only a word comes, then good I have done my creative thinking.
That is what discovery is. Finding life along the way.
Paint: Part 6
Posted on September 25, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
On the Wall
Go now,
Free yourself.
These walls take face.
Anew year by year,
The paint recedes.
The drawings appear thy noon.
Paint: Part 5
Posted on September 25, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Canvas Face
These lips,
Red on.
Tan goo,
Blended across.
Dusted cheek bones,
Darkened,
And swirled,
Blush pink.
Lined eyes,
Powdered immense.
Dewy skin,
Come see such a glow.
Paint: Part 4
Posted on September 25, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Feral Time
I see it,
My life on the walls.
These years I’ve lived,
Aging in the same house.
The years flaking away,
Like all this chipping paint.
Powder Pink,
Fading to 20’s blue.
How I see it,
By the water damaged door.
In this house,
Life times,
In layers,
Found in freckled lacquer.
Paint: Part 3
Posted on September 25, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Taste of Life
Flick-ed curl,
Almost a scuttle.
Wasted dreams,
Down by the chips.
Love light lost,
Shut off by the moon.
Eclips-ed bring,
My heart,
Around the bend.
Biography
From Southern Indiana comes Author, Brooke Myers. Myers is a novelist who writes within the horror and mystery and suspense genres. Though do not expect her to stay only within those genres. Find her on Facebook @brookemyersauthor to follow along on her journey as she navigates writing, finding time to enjoy life, and being a dog mom.
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