except when we are not, except when we forget. or we are not notified. there are lists and diaries, notes and reminders, days set aside for certain tasks. it has to be done, when there is only one to do it. yet, oh the shame, the horror if we miss a trick, or lose the…
Month: February 2015
The Nine Commandments of Indie Writing
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…
. 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.
When The Line Becomes A Circle - A Writer's Story
In my own personal writing experience, the path began like this: I sat down one day and decided to write a story. It didn’t come easily. I struggled and flailed around, trying to find the right words, the right moments, the right shades of meaning. It’s tempting to think of one’s career path as…
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…