Get Inspired – Go Me!

Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. ~Isaac Asimov~

So…my writing self just got a kick in the butt. No I’m not talking about the feared rejection letter from those coveted publishers, I’m talking about…inspiration. In not only ONE form, but TWO. I have to confess, I have been slacking a bit on finishing my projects – I know, slap on the wrist for me. But before these bits of inspiration came my way, I was afraid of how my writing style and what I had been working on for so long, would be received. Now, however, it simply doesn’t matter, because I did it. I grabbed the bull by the horns and I accomplished on of my dreams…being an author. So thank you to those friends and family who have stood by me through thick and thin, encouraging me…the ever present chant of ‘keep going, keep going’ always there. Now, down to the inspirations.

Apparently, someone very close to me has a cousin who is a book critic. Now, my fellow writers know that this is good; however to those who aren’t writers but saw the word critic after the word book – let me explain. There is no better guide to tell you if your writing sucks or is outdated than a book critic. Period. Point. Blank. If the review comes in and she or he says that piece made no sense…you have that little bit of time to polish it and make it make sense. If it comes back, and the critic is asking for more of your work…you are in. You have hooked someone who can prove to be unhookable. Well…a bit of my writing was submitted to that cousin who is a book critic, actually a piece from my Guardian series. So I’m uber excited to hear back from her, to see if the path I’ve taken with the book is the right path…or not.

The second piece of inspiration came in the form of a blog. It is called 7 Reasons Writing a Book Makes You a Badass – yes, I didn’t misquote it…it says badass – by Brian A. Klems. If you have a ‘hankering’ to read it, you can find it here, on Writer’s Digest: Needless to say, this piece of writing has made it into my inspiration book. Most writers have them…you know that one little (or freaking HUGE) book that has inspirational pieces that remind you why you are writing when you just want to throw the towel in. Yeah, I got one of those and this is page numero uno now. So thank you Brain for the insight and the push to keep going…and the key to being a badass.

So in closing, I cannot wait to get writing again!! That is after I clean the house, create art with my son (I swear I have a budding artist over here!!), finish painting the kitchen, folding the laundry, and all the other half a dozen things that need to be done. Midnight writer?? Why yes sir, that is me!! Ciao!!


Another Peek Into My Writing…

“There are many great truths which we do not deny, and which nevertheless we do not fully believe.” ~James W. Alexander~

I started working on Part 2 of my “A Look Into Me”…but then felt compelled to give you all another look into one of my other pieces. This is actually an excerpt from my Guardian series (Chloe, Sylvia, Kael, and Cian). I hope you enjoy…

“…there were gently sloping mountains that surrounded a grassy oasis. A slow flowing river separated a beautiful meadow and a vast evergreen forest. The meadow grass was dew covered and she could see a small purple flower blooming here and there. It was spring time and there were new leaves blooming on the trees surrounding the little meadow. There were a couple of trees on the bank of the river with their roots exposed to the elements, digging deep into the fertile ground. Large rocks were scattered about on the bank of the river also, like they were pushed up by the current. There was a light mist in the distance, heralding the beginning of a new day. A light blue chased the night sky away with a soft purple to tone down the brightness.
While taking in her surroundings, she felt something shift and heard the trees rustling in warning. The sky took on an ominous look, scattering the bright colors of the morning. A darkness swept over her safe heaven, like a giant black bird spreading its large wings to take flight. The wind grew stronger and whipped at her figure standing in the grass – instantly chilling her to the bone.
Weary of what could cause such a change in this beautiful oasis, she scanned the border between the trees and meadow – spotting a willowy figure draped in black, silently standing on the opposite bank among the evergreen trees. Slowly, the figure moved forward, stooped as if it’s bones were no longer able to support even the black it wore. The smell of rotting flesh replaced the once pleasant fragrance of her safe heaven. Gagging, she watched the being move closer.
She was transfixed to the spot she was standing, powerless as she watched everything in its path wither away and die. The trees grew gnarled and lost their needles. The grass turned to dirt and scattered with the wind. The beings face was nothing more than a host of shadows gathered together and writhing under the hood of the its robe, as if they sought freedom from the darkness. It seemed death had found her – her day had come. She suppressed a shiver that threatened to over-take her body.
It was pitch black now, and death was getting closer with each breath she took. Watching it, she knew she would never be able to take a stand against something this dark, this final, even in her dreams. It would swallow her and plunge her into a world of no color, a world of nothing. Panic seized her, and she willed herself to move – one step at a time. Her feet finally obeying, she turned and ran, never looking back, praying she would soon wake up…”

And there you have it folks…I hope you enjoy this dream sequence of Chloe’s. Looking forward to having this one out in the market soon! I know I have said that many times before…but what can I say? Life happened, and my creation once again had to take a back-seat.

“Citius, Altius, Fortius.” ~Henri Martin Didon~

“Who am I, who are you?”

“It’s hard for people to see you one way, but you’re really the other way, so it’s kind of like, ‘Who am I, who are you?’ Sometimes, I confuse even myself.” ~Nicole Polizzi~

*sigh* another piece of paper torn to pieces and thrown away. I, as in myself, am trying to leak out of my writing onto the pages stained with my red writing pen, again. It’s alright, to an extent, I expect it…but I am pushing the limits now.

The clouds cover the moon, the stars refuse to shine. She is woken from her nightmare, taking that first breath of freedom but the smoke lingers in her lungs. She doesn’t look around wildly, trying to remember where she is…she already knows. She doesn’t make a sound, she just takes a couple more deep breaths and turns onto her back to stare at the ceiling. There are no tears, they are useless…they didn’t help her then, and they make no sense now. This nightmare has been her companion for so many years, it’s like an old friend who has over stayed their welcome and can’t catch a hint. There is no shaking or quick glances into the corners where the shadows hide when she gets up, for the shadows of the past are the only ones to fear, and those are always with her. She walks calmly to her son’s room and checks to make sure he’s sleeping and not playing with his toys again. Satisfied when she hears his soft snoring, she goes to the kitchen for a glass of water – the coolness soothes her aching lungs. She finally makes her way back to bed, and lies down. Closing her eyes, she hopes for exhaustion to claim her so there are no more dreams…or nightmares, tonight – but knows that when the light of the morning comes, she will still be hoping, in vain.

She is me, I am her. There is no escaping who I am, who I was, who I hope to be one day. Truthfully, I do not wish to because all of this molded together is…me. There are quirks, there are imperfections, there is even a little craziness…but with that there is acceptance, there is beauty, and there is life. So now, I shall go and live that life to the fullest, laugh – possibly the loudest, and love those who give me love in return. For today I have conquered my past, and live for the piece of time that is this moment.

I am still here…

“Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Ony through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.” ~Helen Keller~

Hello all…it has been a while. Through hard-drive crashes, finishing up school and getting another certification, enrolling into yet another school to work towards my MD and finish my criminology degree, writing on the side a little, raising a 3-year-old stuck in the NO stage…as my title says, I am still here – though I have found some new grey hairs. To top it off, I thought it would be a wonderful idea to get my son a cat…*sigh* I love the little fur ball, but some days…not so much.

So now, here I am…almost finished the story of Chloe, Sylvia, Cian, and Kael – as well as working on a memoir of my life and a short book of short stories (you liked that, didn’t you…short book of short stories…haha). The memoir, as one of my friends had warned me as well as others, is a hard lot to write about, so some days it doesn’t get touched and the music gets turned up loud to drown out what I can’t put into words until the day comes around where I am strong enough again. Sometimes it takes weeks…the last time I took a breather, it took me a month to start back at it.

The short stories are just a whole lot of mixing and matching. Some are humorous, some are dark, some are action-packed, there aren’t any set genres…just what I felt like writing about at the time I sat to write. However, Chloe, Sylvia, Cian, and Kael will be my masterpiece. Is it just me, or do you other writers tend to get excited toward finishing a book and are already outlining the next for the series? But then sit and think to yourself, “Should there be a next in the series?” So I still sit, write, and plan…then think and stash away my outlines for the next one…maybe one day I will pick them up and start book two…for now, I gotta get book one off and away!


“You must remember, family is often born of blood, but it doesn’t depend on blood. Nor is it exclusive of friendship. Family members can be your best friends, you know. And best friends, whether or not they are related to you, can be your family.”

~Trenton Lee Stewart

I write to you sitting in my son’s room in Georgia today.  We have both relocated to good old south Georgia…about 5 minutes away from the Florida border.  I never thought that I would be comfortable here again..but I am.  You see, I was born in a big city, then I had moved to the seven cities in Virginia – and I had determined a long while ago that I am not a little town kinda girl…however, neither am I someone who could dwell in the city that never sleeps (new York – believe me, I tried, and warm milk before bedtime got real old really quick!)  But I diverse – the point I was making was that I am not a small town girl who likes to drive 45 minutes to an hour to get to a city to roam, or even just to get a Tropical Smoothie (because face it, down here, there really is no such thing as a winter…the lowest it gets is in the low 60s during the day).

I however, have not been writing much of late.  Between packing boxes to send to Georgia, getting my son airplane ready and such – there has been no time.  Both of us are still suffering from jet lag…or really the time changes.  We just had 2 hours taken away and my son wants to know where it went!  I am looking forward to a full nights sleep sometime soon.  Once I get back into the swing of things again, I will continue my writing as well as my blogging. My hand itches to pick up my pen and paper and learn what my characters will reveal to me once again…I miss my four main characters no matter how quirky they are.  I will also be starting another short story soon, one which is due by the 15th of this month, so I look forward to see what my mind puts together for this creative piece!

Now I leave you, in hopes that my update has been well recieved. Once again, sorry for the lack of blogging on my part…I have missed hearing from my friends around the world 🙂

Added Projects

"Writing", 22 November 2008

“Writing”, 22 November 2008 (Photo credit: ed_needs_a_bicycle)

“You fail only if you stop writing.”~Ray Bradbury

As of yesterday, I took on another project other than my book, in attempt to broaden my non-existent portfolio for writing.  Well, if the truth be told, I took on two projects. The first project consisted of only a single sentence to begin the story of a picture.  “This looks simple enough,” says I; however, after 3 hours of perfecting the sentence I felt like a little child on Christmas morning when I hit the send button to submit my entry into the contest.  During those 3 hours, I had determined that my problem with getting my ideas down on paper is my brain goes 100 mph and my little fingers can only type 63 wpm – I wonder if they are on the cusp of developing those robotic hands that can keep up with my thoughts yet?

The second project  consists of a short story.  Oh but of course, I couldn’t keep this one easy either.  I had 9 ideas of different short stories, but knowing I would never get all of them written in time to submit them, I have narrowed my options to 4 short stories.  Each one will be written, then I will choose which one I like of them and submit that one. If my excitement over these contests were tangible, I am quite sure anyone who walked near me would be thrown across the room.  Have no fear though, I am still working on the book, and it is coming along just wonderfully!!

My wonderful son is just as patient with his mother as ever.  But I find the fact that now I am working on other projects, instead of not having more time to spend with my son – it is the very opposite! I have more time to spend with him, I don’t know if it is simply because I am splitting my energy into two projects and not focusing on just one, or what…but it is working in both of our favors. I am happy to say that there is more laughter and giggles in the house now, and how I love the sound of both!!

So, now I leave you with some insight that had me searching out different projects in the first place. Instead of quitting what you love to do most, add to it so you can truly know if this is what you wish to do for the rest of your life.  It could go one of two ways: 1. You dig in and you fall in love with it all over again and new inspiration comes your way, or 2. It becomes too stressful – and with that stress comes the knowledge that this just might not be the thing for you at this point of your life. Don’t quit – just postpone. 😉

Insomnia – A Writer’s Closest Friend


Writing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.”

~ William Faulkner

I know I have not posted much lately…I have been so consumed by life.  My life as a writer and my life as a mother.

More recently, I have taken it upon myself to reread the chapters in which I have already completed, looking for holes or ways to make everything flow better – and like most writers, of course I find a whole new twist that had been staring at me in the face but I was so determined to get everything on paper I had ignored it.  I know – for shame.  So now I am adding and revamping, but keeping what I originally had, just making it….MORE.  However, I came to the issue in which I decided to break the original “rules” for writing.  Instead of the main character being introduced in the beginning…a secondary character is, but don’t worry the main character is still found in the first chapter.  (I didn’t want to push my luck too much!!)

I now sleep with a notebook and pen nearby on the nightstand…just in case I think of something dynamic that just must be added to my evolving story line.  However, it never fails, as many of you other writers may know, that the best ideas come when you are just laying down and you are ready to close your eyes to go to sleep.  Then once you write them down, you feel as if you need to expand on it so that when you wake up in the morning, it doesn’t look like some random gibberish that you can’t read let alone understand.  (Believe me, it’s happened to me…I was not a happy camper those days.)  Then once you are done writing and expanding on your ideas, you realize that the night is halfway over and dawn will be coming in an hour or so.  (I have found that the writers closest friend during the wee hours in the morning is insomnia.)

My son has been a very patient little one with his mommy; finding things to entertain himself while mommy is sitting and writing, but knowing the moment mommy’s red pen is put down or computer is shut down that it is time to play!! Such precious moments in which I would not trade for anything.  The look on my son’s face when I put my laptop up for a break, running towards me so I can catch him up and have a tickle fight.  My writing is important to me, but I know that these moments are one of a kind and I refuse to miss any of them.  He’s not going to be this age forever, and one day he will drift away from mommy and more towards friends.  Until that time though…I will always have time for him, no matter the time of day, nor what sentence I am in the middle of…Carpe Deim!!