The “Ides of March” Series … Prompt #1 – Pick a picture from Pinterest and use it as inspiration. Emmie was a dancer; she had been all her life. The music spoke and her body responded, almost unconsciously sometimes. The floorboards of the old stage were her home, the glaring white spotlights her accustomed backdrop.… Continue reading Bright Are the Balloons of Our Courage
I need creativity in my life. I need it even when my schedule is bursting fat with to-do’s and appointments … I need it when stress is oozing out of my pores … I need it when my head aches with exhaustion and I can’t think straight because of all I’ve crammed into my brain.… Continue reading The "Ides of March" Series
From a girl who truly loves love stories … just an exploration of so many different types tonight. There are so many loves out there … it’s a marvel that any actually work out … 1. She was Bronwyn, and he was David. Their roles were established, their friendship filled all the expected gaps in… Continue reading A Smattering of Love Stories
On the day that I drew from my glass bottle the fear of writing, it came to me. I must set myself a goal of publishing a book. The very thought scared me more than I can say. It’s always been one of my life goals – an item on my lifelong bucket list –… Continue reading A Novel Idea
With my *semi*-new book in hand (“The Writer’s Book of Days” … simply amazing stuff), I have begun “writing practices” each day. Short little snippets from the prompts in the book, these practices force me to put pen to paper and accept whatever comes forth – some of it good, some of it not-so-good! As… Continue reading "A Coincidence."
I have a confession to make. I have this fear … … of what you may ask? Writing. Excuse me? Did I hear correctly? You’re afraid … of the very thing you’re doing now? You have a public blog, you’ve filled notebooks since you were seven, and English was always your favorite class in high… Continue reading What Are You Afraid Of?
He calls her pretty on the days she decides to curl her hair and put a flower in it, and her outfit is her favorite combination of black-and-white. He calls her cute on the days she wears a sun-dress and a ribbon in her hair and life is carefree and filled with innocence. He calls… Continue reading The Words He Says
We all try so hard. We try to be liked. We try to be funny. We try to put into words what’s on our minds … yet still be acceptable. We try not to worry, but we still do. We try to find happiness. We try. But what if … what if, she said, we… Continue reading What If We Danced?
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music.… Continue reading The Writing That Sings …
Henry & Lydia Kinne, 1920 She had an old-fashioned face …One that stared back into the dawn of time, Whose eyes read the mysteries of the past. Her smile was lit by understanding of Cultures and lores a-byegone – fables and tales passed down from generation to generation. The music of each century danced within… Continue reading An Old-Fashioned Face