Tag: writer

Write

Have you written a story that breathes? Have you ever written a story that bleeds? Have you ever written a story that comes out with ease? Have you ever had to cut a story from your soul? Have you ever had to throw it…

Author Branding

Being an author is not easy work. A lot of people say to me, “Oh you’re an author, that’s cute.” Cute? Writing an 80,000 word book and shoving it out there for the world to ridicule is cute? *Inwardly screams in frustration Being an…

Time Flies

It’s been a long 2017. It feels longer than usual for a year. Though maybe that’s just because of all the things that have happened. Thanksgiving is in two days. I haven’t said what I am thankful for yet. I’m going to say this, I…

Feedback

It’s always a bit scary to get feedback on your work. You tell yourself you are prepared for some criticism and then it comes. You can’t handle it. I hear of this happening to a lot of writers. That one bad review is the…

Try This

Stop what you’re doing with your story.  Insert your own name in replace of the main character’s.   Does the story still convey the message you want it to?

Eternal 

“I found it,” Sara whispered.  “Found it?” Jack asked. “The key,” Sara pressed forward. ” To my heart.”  Jack looked at her with curiosity. “And I’m giving it to you.”  Jack’s face said everything, needed to be known. 

Writer Support

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…

Paint: Part 5

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

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…

Paint: Part 3

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.

Paint: Part 2

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…

Painting a Picture

This week has been busy. Exceptionally busy. Busy enough that I shouldn’t be sitting at the computer writing this right now but oh well. Honestly if I wasn’t busy I don’t think I would be able to survive. It’s how I’m wired. Anyway, because…