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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… Continue Reading “Passive Voice”
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… Continue Reading “Itch”
Category: Blog, UncategorizedTags: Author, Blog, blogging, Brain, Controversial, Forgotten, Itch, Novel, Talk, Thoughts, Truth, Writer's Block, writing
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?
Category: Blog, UncategorizedTags: Author, Blog, blogging, Bloodhounds, books, Dogs, Fall, Grass, Leaves, Novel, The Devil's Retreat, Trees
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,… Continue Reading “Discovery: Part 1”
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.
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.
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… Continue Reading “Paint: Part 4”
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.
Posted on September 25, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
This week I managed to pen out four poems instead of three. New record! Each of the four poems that I wrote, have this symbolic connection to paint. A beautiful connection. It is this bridge that allows people to cross from the present into… Continue Reading “Paint: Part 2”
Posted on September 22, 2017 by brookemyersauthor
Paint is often over looked. There’s a lot of symbolism that it holds. Often times it is over looked for the simple fact that it is in all of our lives in some way. It’s inanimate. It’s just paint. But is it really? When… Continue Reading “Paint: Part 1”
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.
Brooke Myers