It’s official, I am trapped. Inside my head. The wall is tall and it is unwavering. The age-old writers block has gripped me. The problem here is, the block is self-induced. The writing I have done these past six months have been few dabbles, quick notes, but a lot of staring at the screen and … Continue reading I Really Need a Hammer and Chisel.
Category: Other Stuff
Dear my Loyal Readers, Visitors and Fellow Jedi/Sith: Poetry is my foundation. Yet, for the month of November I have taken upon the challenge and motivation to write a novel in a month for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). If you haven’t heard of this organization, it is just what it says it is. Write … Continue reading Impressive. Most Impressive.
Fight for your right to destroy bad poetry. Join others with common interests ridding the world of shitty writing, especially in the form of poetry. AASP is always recruiting new members. Meet monthly at your local pub. I’m going to throw this out there: I do not like today’s poetry. And I am pretty sure … Continue reading Join the Advocacy Against Shitty Poetry (AASP)
Say the name. Go ahead, you know. Three times. Say it. See what happens. After some shameful TV watching, ANTM to be exact (if you don’t know, consider yourself sane), and after a couple glasses of wine, my ever so patient husband and I found ourselves engrossed in Beetlejuice. What a great movie. If you … Continue reading I Am Strange and Unusual. Got a Problem with That?!
Vlad, the Impaler! Is that you?!! Oh, nope, just my kids lurking inside during summer break. Though, I am starting to think my kids are vampires. They are afraid to go outside due to a strange fear of heat and the sun. They almost hiss at me with disdain with just the mention of going … Continue reading Dear Mr. Stoker, I Think My Kids Are Turning Into Vampires
Today I am going to be a femme fatale. A siren that lures men to their demise! No wait, an assassin. I'm going to plot the destruction of people who have wronged me. Then I will cackle loudly in the shadows as I contemplate how I will obtain power and take over the world. This … Continue reading Today I’ll Use My Feminine Wiles With a Dash of Gunpowder.
I found you, alone, in the book store. In a quiet and secluded corner. Between the shelves of self-help, bibles and the multiple shelves of graphic novels, you were there waiting for me to touch you. To hold you. Oh you, the poetry section in my Barnes & Noble bookstore. I remember when I was … Continue reading Passionate Love in the Dark Corners of a Barnes & Noble
I’m dark and moody. I live in the shadows. Well, maybe not so much. I’m a thirty something mother of two, so I am pretty sure there isn’t much about my life that is lived in the shadows. I can’t, my kids would find me! But as for my writing….. The things that compel me … Continue reading My Dark Jedi Alter Ego Once Wrote a Joyous Ode to a Bumblebee
How many of us have kept journals and diaries from our youth? I might be the only one. My journals/diaries did keep ramblings of my teenage angst, but I also kept a journal of my poetry and writing. The poetry I wrote from my teenage years and even some when I was in college is … Continue reading Flashback Friday