An hour has passed. Only three words on the page. Blank screen beckoning. Ideas float around my brain. Yet no pen is there to capture them with words. A planner is good when planning and doing things. All mine is empty. Can you relate? What do you do when you struggle to write?
Dew on ground, pot on. My coffee steam is so hot. Start with vanilla. Late afternoon sleep beckons but no! Coffee, yes! Hazelnut delight. Sun sinks past the hill. Writing on desk is not done. Nods, coffee it is. What do you enjoy drinking in the morning, afternoon, and night? (No worries! I… Continue reading Coffee | Three Haiku Friday
Believe it or not, we are almost done with this series collab story. We "might" be able to complete it in one other post, which is exciting!!! If you are not familiar with this post series, Penny and I are doing a collab together writing a story that’s format is very dialogue based, and like a theater… Continue reading Soaring Beneath Pt. 5 | Location Secret
It was the same place. Same swingset that we always had gone to when we wanted to chat since we were kids. Same playground. Same two people. The tears ran down her face, as she repeated the story that I had heard over and over again. "He acts like he doesn't care. He gets angry. It… Continue reading What Else Can I Do? | Flash Fiction
Today's haikus were random at first, but by the time I wrote the second and third I was like, "Oh, so it's something I do daily." I really enjoyed these ones. It makes me want to write more about writing and blogging. Enjoy! I woke up dizzy Then I made mocha coffee. I'm more awake now.… Continue reading A Day Of A Writer/Blogger| Three Haiku Friday (2)
Compared to the beginning posts of this story series, I'm so glad I did this. Trying to adjust to this style has taught me a lot. Focus on the story's development without much detail and if there is detail have it be short and related to the character. If you are not familiar with this… Continue reading Soaring Beneath Pt. 4 | Hiding Behind
Ticks from the clock on the wall echoed in the room. Darkness had swept in long before the night began. But now it mingled with the moon. She really should have picked a smaller couch. Curled into a ball in the corner of her sectional. The roominess, the bare space. Loneliness invited itself. It mocked… Continue reading Then The Light Of Dawn Came…