As a published Indie Writer, I attest to the hard work it takes to complete a manuscript. Family and friends’ “this is good” critiques do not good writers make, neither does moaning about the absence of the muse, or other responsibilities that may take writers away from writing. The successful Indie Writer: sets and respects stated/written goals…
Month: February 2015
. the timetable .
is on the front bedroom wall, a reminder of other days, and latin. homework, was a separate issue. seems we will return, see those places. she says it is all changed, so have i . seems like another life, as i stand back. we shall go to the museum. sbm.
Floral Art
By Amy Duncan It’s about this time of year, when the holidays are long over, when winter just seems so unwelcome to say the least… So seeking floral inspiration, I recently discovering a stash of vintage seed package labels that have fueled my inspiration. Let me walk you through it: Step one: Rejoice in the fact that…
. deletions .
more than we can write. erase and unpick the seams. words tarry, waver and leave this place, this room, scuttle back into corners. sweep the house clean, cross the words and know that when the time is right, they will come again, dripping from fingers, folded , torn, photographed in plenty. wondered about misspelling, maybe…
Woodpigeon Translation
Animated music video by Ian Gordon Craig for the song “Woodpigeon Translation” by Rosie Abbott. Words and music copyright to R J Abbott 2010. Images copyright to Ian Gordon Craig. You can learn more about Craig at http://iangordoncraig.blogspot.co.uk
You Have A Publishing Contract, Now What?
By Brenda Moguez “I did it!” I yelped from my desk that sits outside the CEO’s office. Not always a good idea to read personal emails at work. I tensed and waited for him to shut his door. He didn’t. I returned my gaze to the email and whooped under my breath. I printed the…
. i may have a knighthood .
possibly not, yet the deed was done, the sword was plastic. raised we engaged in sword, in word play. always the actor he fine tuned the pokes and prods, wounded me a little. apparently i am self healing, did not need to fall and groan so. arise sir grandma to fight another day. Yet i…
. time tells .
come six twenty four, much is done already. words are discussed, will be till evening. one was discarded, as not being used these days, while some misspelt took on other meanings. the work load creates tension, while skin crawls back to back. at six twenty seven, the music ends. sbm.
A Writing Retreat: More Than A Creative Writing Tune-Up
A few weeks ago, I had the equivalent of a writer’s meltdown until I made two conclusions, one of which involved meeting a certain person by the name Lise Weil. (You can read about it here). After talking to her and learning about the writing retreat that she runs a few times a year, I decided…
Create Artistic Lens Flare
By Susan Tuttle I generally try to avoid lens flare in most of my photography by attaching a lens hood like this one, but on occasion I like to create artistic lens flare to add ethereal, dreamy effects to my evening-time, golden hour photos. It’s very easy to do, but worthy of a few guiding tips……
. among the small things yesterday.
was a larger thing, not world news, happily, not something to chew over. amongst the colours, the gifts, the tiny cup, cracked, collectable, among the people at the friday club is friendship, a bigger thing. although many of us like smaller items, we have grown to know that close friends are a quite very big,…