What becomes of a dying fire when the embers are long forgotten, burning alone in the dark? She burns as bright as the bluest shade in a flame.
How about a big middle finger to my brain! I was so inspired and high on my 20,000 plus words in my WIP, just for life to smack me in the face and shut my brain off. And here we are. Six days since the last time I added any words and what have I… Continue reading The diagnosis: Writer’s block. See below for recommended treatment.
Lately, poetry has taken a front seat and I've found myself pushing my WIP a little to the back. (Not too far) I use to write back in the day, in hidden journals in my room or during class in high-school. The words would just come and stay trapped in my head until I set… Continue reading Poetry to me, are spilled thoughts. Each word feeding my starved soul.
17,679 words in and it is getting so good! The story has taken a completely different path then what I thought and wasted my time outlining. Turns out I am a "Panster" as in I write by the seat of my pants. At the beginning of this journey, and after countless "what do other writers do"… Continue reading Chase down your passion like it’s the last bus of the night