When people find out that you are serious about writing, they sometimes think that we magically weave words out of thin air. But words are not easy half (most?) the time. We battle with self-doubt. We wrestle with our confidence. We think too much. We feel too much. All those thoughts and feelings and emotions swirling inside our hearts and minds make those words run away from us. Thankfully, we don’t all experience that at the same time. I’m really grateful for that fact because when my words run dry and I’m unable to write anything, when writing feels like pulling teeth with my bare hands, the words of others are either a comfort or a source of inspiration. Sometimes both. And that’s what this post is about: The beauty of words.
Talk may be cheap, but stringing words together to form a thought that resonates deeply in the human soul is never cheap. Never ever.
Talk, in everlasting words
And dedicate them all, to me
And I will give you all my life
I’m here if you should call to me
You think that I don’t even mean
a single word I say…
Continue reading ““It’s only words and words are all I have to take your heart away…””
What if the zombie apocalypse suddenly became real? One day you wake up and BAM! Lots of bloodthirsty (meat thirsty?) non-humans all around you. Or — or what if vampires and werewolves took over the human population, reigning over us, and we have to suffer the consequences of their repeating feud? (God forbid we see a ton of sparkly Edward Cullens going around. I am okay with vampires but I draw the line on SPARKLY vampires.)
With all the s**t that happened last year, it seems like anything is possible. Short of waving my wand and chanting something for peace here on Earth, here are some things that we can all do in order to stay sane this year. They are, admittedly, small things. Their effects, however, will benefit you in the long run.
Continue reading “How to survive 2017 (because we all know 2016 sucked)”
I have been such a space case the past couple of months that I completely forgot I was working on something. A writing project, if you will. It started very spontaneously. So spontaneously that I wrote it down on our dining table, the words easily seeping out of the black gel pen that I so highly favor. I still remember that feeling I got while writing it down: electric, seemingly charged. Lightning coursing through my veins. Before I knew it, I had created a newsletter about a fictional place I created for my finished story.
Long story short, to spare you from painful ramblings: I was struggling with continuing that story. I was in the middle of book two and I just stopped. I was in a slump. No scene seemed fit or exciting. The characters were uninspired. I was ready to stop writing altogether and just numb my brain with junk food and reality TV shows. But then I started writing this… dispatch. I didn’t know which direction it would take. I just started writing about one of Maroon Island’s folklores. (Maroon Island is the fictional place I mentioned.) It picked up from there. This has been written last August, but I still want to share it with you. I’m hoping it’ll come across as unsettling yet fascinating. Here, dig in:
THE MAROON DISPATCH 8/15
Continue reading “Something New: The Maroon Dispatch, Vol. I”