I wrote the first real draft of my memoir during NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) a few years ago. But it feels like I've been working on it here and there for nearly thirty years. This draft feels wrong. Even though I like a lot of the stuff I included, it needs a lot of… Continue reading Thriving (or not) as a sewer creature
Category: Writing Journey
The Timeworn House
I've always loved writing and have always wanted to "be a writer," whatever that means. I guess I always thought that to call myself a writer, I had to earn money for it. When I was a kid, in high school, college and years after, I never earned a cent for my writing, even though… Continue reading The Timeworn House
Are you digging?
I took a poetry class a long time ago. I enjoyed it and thought it would be fun and fairly easy because I've always loved and written poems. How wrong I was. My teacher wasn't impressed with most of my poems. In the beginning, I turned in poems I had previously written, hoping for praise… Continue reading Are you digging?
Now
Working on my memoir doesn't always mean I'm writing. That may sound strange for a lot of people, but writers, and especially memoir writers, will understand. When I'm not deep thinking, reading old journals and writings, or taking long walks to calm my anxiety, I do write. And that writing happens when I least expect… Continue reading Now
Sweet to the soul and health to the bones
I'm so tired of thinking backwards. I sit here and wonder when or if I can just live in the moment. The present. Not look back to what life was or could've been. Not hate myself for all my regrets and mistakes. My sins. Not worry about the future, wondering who I will be or… Continue reading Sweet to the soul and health to the bones
Poetry, death and my brother
Since I was young, I was attracted to poetry and stories about death. Not horror. Not violence. Just death. I started writing about death and I still do. I write about the idea of death, what it means and what it doesn't. The finality surrounding it but also the beginning. The realistic nature of it… Continue reading Poetry, death and my brother
Writing for myself?
I started a different post weeks ago that I may or may not finish. And other than texts, a thank you note and some Halloween cards, I've written nothing. I've written in my head (I talk about that here), but I wasn't motivated to put any words out there. I wanted to, and I still… Continue reading Writing for myself?
Have you been doing any writing lately?
Have you ever felt like you had no more writing left in you? No more words? I would bet that all writers at some time or another felt that way. I definitely have. A week or so ago, my uncle asked me if I was doing any writing lately. I wanted to hesitate and weigh… Continue reading Have you been doing any writing lately?
This thing called life
It's true what people say--one day you're living your life and doing fine and the next...well the next day, the next moment, can be life changing. Let's talk about writing first. What are you working on now? Are you excited about it? Are you working on more than one project? I have two fiction manuscripts… Continue reading This thing called life
Can writers force inspiration?
Back in 2019, I wrote a post called Can We Force Inspiration? I was preparing for NaNoWriMo and I was empty. I wondered if pictures, stories or anything would help. Was it possible to actually force inspiration? Writers are clever and creative. Why wouldn't it be possible to study an image on Pinterest or look at… Continue reading Can writers force inspiration?
The Second Chance Writer 