I feel good today! While I didn’t get up early like I wanted to, I did go for a walk around my complex and that has warmed my blood and my imagination. I love living amongst all these trees. Scientists have recently “discovered” that trees have a consciousness and form vital relationships with the trees… Read More The Secret Life of Trees
So…I went at the Challenge with gusto and fury or at least I thought so. I canceled my plans and worked for nearly three hours on a piece I had been trying finish for a week. Well, I finished that piece and I am so proud of the work! My word count was only 485! I… Read More Day 1 Challenge Results…
I signed up for The Write Practice 7-day Writing Challenge, in which the goal is to write 1,000 words a day for 7 days. I feel confident I can complete this challenge because it is shorter. Longer challenges like Nanowrimo overwhelm me to the point of paralysis, but I can manage writing 1,000 words in 7 days. I… Read More Challenge Accepted!
Last night on Cambly, I met a poet, a real one. He was born in Saudi Arabia with passion and agony etched on his tongue and a hole in his heart. We spoke for an hour through the veil of a black video screen–as many people from the Kingdom do to preserve modesty in the… Read More TIL: Poetry Behind the Veil
Hey Y’all, The first week of NaNoWriMo is over and let’s just say my progress has not been great. I’ve been working hard to finish this creative nonfiction piece called “Salvage” while battling an upper respiratory infection. However, I have worked on my novel. I’ve added maybe 50 words to it. Yikes! Even calling it a… Read More NaNowrimo Week One
Note: I wrote this last week, but held it back it because I didn’t consider it good enough to post. I do that a lot with my writing. So one of my goals is to get out as much content as possible and let it speak for its self. Hey Y’all, It’s just a week away… Read More Nanowrimo 2017 Prep
After Prince died last year, I was determined to start writing again. But every time I sat down at my laptop, I couldn’t manage more than a few sentences before having a panic attack. I judged my writing not merely imperfect, but a condemnation of what I’d done with my life. I was determined though,… Read More Computer Blues