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Practicing creativity takes effort.  Whether you want to paint, write, or play music, desire does not translate into ability.  Not without work.  Too often, we are all guilty of setting down the pen or brush for one reason or another.  Always with a promise to pick it back up again when life is done.  But that won’t happen.

Life is life.  It will always be there until you’re in the ground, and by then it will be too late to do anything.  So, you have to make time.  I have to make time.  We spend our childhoods exploding with creativity, but we are taught that this must be suppressed and hidden once we “grow up”.  And in the end, we have a world of dull, unhappy people drudging between work, home, and bed in an endless cycle.

I’m sorry for this rather unpleasant description, but stifled creativity can cause this reaction in myself.  So, let me encourage you.  Write.  Play.  Imagine.  Life isn’t life without these things.  Never written anything for yourself before?  Get a small notebook, put pen to paper, and start to image something.  Then describe what you’re seeing, feeling, smelling.  What is happening in your mind movie?  Write it out for about 10 minutes.

And don’t be afraid!  (Fear is the mind killer for you Dune fans.)

 
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Posted by on October 17, 2013 in Writing

 

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When You Hide From Writing . . .

Also known as procrastination in the extreme.  Yes, a lot has been going on in my life recently (like finding out I’m pregnant!  Yay!!)  But still, I feel that excuses are always excuses.  I can sit and write, even if I am having first trimester exhaustion.  I did actually take one Saturday and edit “Black Saturday”.  But that was one Saturday out of months of avoiding writing.

My writing cannot improve unless I actually write. Whether its 10 minutes or several hours, the amount of time spent isn’t important as just writing.  So, I say – no more.  Every day, lunch break or just before bed, whenever.  Grab my journal and creatively write.  

And as scary as it is, I’m going to do NaNoWriMo next month.  Without a single idea for a novel or what to write.  5K words in one month without any idea how to start.  Here goes . . .

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2013 in Writing

 

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That Big Day When You are Officially Published

It is official.  “Hail to the Chief” and parades official.  I am published!  I recently stumbled on an opportunity to freelance write for Occupy Magazine and I was accepted.  That alone was a pleasant surprise, considering I don’t have the kind of experience that is usually required.  So, they accepted me and I began the journey of finding some news to write about.

You can read my article at your leisure.  I also just received a follow-up email stating my story has been reprinted already!  I just stand in awe.

 
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Posted by on June 11, 2013 in Publishing

 

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Pushing

The darkness encloses
Surrounds
As I push against the background

Straining against the pressure
I wait and catch my breath
Just five more minutes
Days
Months

And I will break through
Out
With sun on my face
And sky above my head

 
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Posted by on April 3, 2013 in Poems

 

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Research & Romance

I have been reflecting on the writing process over the last few days.  Part of my writing involves nonfiction, research based writing.  This is mostly for my classes, though I try to bid for jobs on E-lance and other forums to bring in a little extra cash.  I imagine that for most people, research can be tedious and boring.  For myself, it is an adventure.  I equate it to almost like an RPG game.  I can sit for hours researching without any writing in mind, simply to inform and learn.  But, I must admit, my creative writing is akin to a romance.

It woos me.  It calls me to sit and imagine and write.  Its an uncovering and discovering on a completely different level from research, like two lovers spending a lifetime learning each other inside and out.  This is new for me.  As I branch out of my nonfiction style, I am slowly learning more about this new romance.  It has taken some change and a different perspective.  But I am glad for expanding beyond nonfiction.  It’s worth it.

 
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Posted by on December 29, 2012 in Writing

 

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Inside Outside

“Leave me alone, ” the old man muttered as he puttered around the small room.  He tried to turn his back from the shade that continued to stare at him.  He decided to look out the window with the hope that by ignoring it, it would go away.

The outside world was thick with white fog.  He couldn’t see anything worth looking at, but he continued to stare into the blankness rather than turn around.  He closed his eyes and began to hum an old tune, something from his childhood.  His body swayed to the imaginary rhythm.

He stayed lost in the song for a while, always hoping in the back of his mind that the shade would be gone eventually.

The song ended in his head, so he opened his eyes to look out the window.  The fog still remained.  He shrugged and slowly turned around.  The shade was still there, but it had moved.  It had settled like a pile of dirty sheets in the corner.  It’s sides slowly rose and fell as it breathed.  The burning eyes followed his every move.

He walked over to a chair and dusted the seat before sitting down.  He refused to make eye contact with the shade.  He noticed a wrinkle in his pants and sat for several minutes fingering the fold, trying to restore smoothness to the material.

The old man looked up to see that the shade had resettled in the shape of a person in the chair across the small room.  It turned its head slightly and spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.

“Mr. Holt, how are you feeling today?”

Mr. Holt eyed the shade a moment, seeing wisps of smoke break away and go drifting upwards.  Maybe if he spoke to it and played along, it would go away.

“I’m fine.  A little tired.  Didn’t sleep too good last night, but then most people my age don’t sleep too good.”  Mr. Holt eyed the shade for a moment to see if it would try to swallow him whole.  It remained in the chair.  It appeared to be writing something but there was no paper that he could see.

The shade spoke again, “I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Holt.  Do you know what day it is?”

Mr. Holt looked suspiciously at the shade, sucking on his gums before answering.

“It’s February 10, 1954.  My wife is at the store picking up groceries.  Why do you want to know?”  The shade looked up, the burning eyes seeming to brighten a moment, then looked down and continued the odd writing movements.

“I see.  Well, thank you for your time.”  The shade quietly hovered up from the chair and floated across the room to the door.  Suddenly, it stopped a moment and turned back.  “Do you know where you are or how long you’ve been here?”

Mr. Holt shrugged as if he wasn’t quite sure.  There were times this tiny room looked like his living room, sometimes like his bedroom.  The window never showed anything but thick fog.  The shade nodded once, and left the room through the door. Mr. Holt stared a the spot where it had been for a new more seconds, making sure it wouldn’t reappear to torment him anymore.  When it remained gone, he eased his head back and closed his eyes.  Soon, he was snoring.

Outside the door, Dr. Shuler peered through a two-way mirror, watching the sad man napping.  He shook his head, not sure what else he could do.  This man was living the same day 30 years ago, looking out imaginary windows in a padded room on the psych wing of the hospital.  When asked to draw a picture of the doctor, Mr. Holt would only use black and red crayons, drawing something akin to a demon.  He would move around the tiny room, lay in the floor to sleep.  It was as if a part of his memory had been removed.  And there was nothing Dr. Shuler could do.

 
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Posted by on October 13, 2012 in Short Story

 

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Ginger . . .

So, in my quest to find someone or something to proofread my stuff, I stumbled across a free web-based app called Ginger.  Not only does it proofread through this webpage, but you can download an app to proofread in email, documents, and webpages.  Anything it is able to proofread, it will put a tab at the top of your screen.  Currently, it does not support Chrome, so Chrome users may have to switch to a different browser to check their blog posts before publishing.

It is very easy to use, and it goes sentence by sentence.  It did find some errors that made it through, but also made suggestions that didn’t fit the flow of the sentence.  Each change you can either approve, skip, or you can edit the sentence there with your own changes.  I think, for free, it is possibly the best option for proofreading your documents.

 
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Posted by on September 16, 2012 in Proofreading Reviews

 

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