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Creative Upload

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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I stared into the gaping maw, wondering if it would swallow me whole as well.  The black dress Grandma had me wear itched, the cotton scratchy and rough.  I didn’t understand what was happening.  At my small three feet of height, the world seemed so much bigger.  Scary big.  And this hole?  I felt that I was standing on the edge of forever.

I tried to ease back, and stepped into my Pa.  He wore his stern face.  The face he wore when I broke the lamp.  And when the cow died last summer.  He motioned with his head, and I turned back around before he got sterner.  I just hated facing that black pit.  I tried to not squirm while the Pastor said his bit.  It must have been nice, since all the women were crying.  But I didn’t understand what he was saying, so I just stood and tried to look stern like Pa.

When the Pastor stopped talking, Pa nudged me in my back.  I stepped forward slowly, scared to death.  I held the rose out at arms length as far as I could stretch.  I dropped it and it hit the edge of the pit before falling down into the black.  One lone red petal remained

Afterward, the women came by and hugged me a lot.  Most of them smelled like powder and it made me sneeze once in a lady’s face.  Pa stood next to me, looking very stern and just nodding when anyone spoke to him.  After the last few trickled past, Pa put his hand on my shoulder.  I looked up and saw that all his sternness had faded away.  His eyes looked wet and he gave me a sad smile.

“Let’s go on home, Mae.  It’s gettin’ dark.”

I nodded and took ahold of his hand.  We walked, slow, back to the truck.  I looked back to see the men with shovels putting the dirt back in the hole.  It wouldn’t swallow me now.

To Be Continued . . . 

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Posted by on May 3, 2013 in Short Story


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The darkness encloses
As I push against the background

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

And I will break through
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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An update

Waiting for a response to my submission can be nerve-wracking.  After 3 months, I contacted the magazine and they responded.  After delays due to staff changes, they were still considering my short story for publication.  I can continue to check online, and I can email them again in 3 months if I haven’t gotten a response.  A mixed answer.  Hopeful on the one hand, but it causes me to squirm with anticipation.

In other news, I have a bare-bones skeleton of my novel completed now.  NaNoWriMo was exactly what I needed to push me.  While I didn’t hit 50,000 words in any way, shape, or form, the story is out of my brain.  Now comes the time of tweaking it.  In some ways, this feels good.  I wrote a story.  A long story at that and one that I think is at least decent.  Is it ready for people to read besides myself?  Nope.  But at least I’m done.


Posted by on December 18, 2012 in Short Story


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