Three days into 2013 and I’ve been keeping to the poetry writing schedule thing I set up for myself. Which means that I’ve written three new poems.

January is poetry a writing month for me. I’m writing one poem per day for the entire month of January. I’m still excited by this particular goal but, who knows, by the time 1-31-2013 gets here I may be ready to lay down the pen or throw it down. 😉

I took the time yesterday to sit down and write out my writing schedules for the next five months. I even logged those schedules into the calendar app on my phone so I get daily (or weekly) reminders of what I need to accomplish for that week (or month). I figured that it will help motivate me to stay on track.

Starting major rewrites tomorrow on my book – The Unmaker. This is going to be interesting since I haven’t really looked at it in about six months. I’ve got fresh out-of-the-package red pens and post-it notes at the ready. I’ve also cracked open a new composition book (I always stock up on them during back to school time haha) so I can make notes on each chapter as I go.  I’m not using the computer to do the rewrites initially. I’m just feeling the call of pen and paper for that job. But I will put the computer to use for the typing part of things. 🙂


Enough of my rambling for the morning. I hope your day starts well and ends better.

Remember: Don’t eat the yellow snow.


It Seems I forgot to Mention Something Yesterday….

Yesterday I forgot to mention when I’m starting my five-week writing project. Since January is already filled, I will start the five-week project in February.

I’m setting aside blocks of time for writing this year. I feel that a set schedule will help me stay on track to accomplish my goals and actually finish the book I’m working on as well as the various monthly writing projects.

Project talk aside….

Day two of the new year is looking promising. I have a new area set up for writing that I feel will make me more comfortable while writing. My new spot includes a window so I can see outside instead of just looking at a wall. It’s not a spectacular view but I can see trees so that’s a plus.

How is day two treating you? How are you treating yourself?

p.s. I’m going to write one thing everyday on my blog.

Imaginary Friends

First a note about the creepiness for Friday this week – I’ve decided to pen a poem about death for the post. Death in the vein of Halloween kind of thing.

Now onward to today’s post —-

Did you have imaginary friends when you were younger? 

I did. And I still do to a certain extent. Now before anyone wants to call for an intervention let me explain.

When I was a kid my imaginary friends could do fantastic things like: control the elements, fly, read minds, open doorways to other realms, talk to the trees and of course they’d take me with them on those voyages and adventures.

Now those imaginary friends have turned into the characters in the stories that I write. The switch was seamless and I had no idea that it was happening. I’m not sure at what age it happened either.

Maybe the change was a kind of life magic and it’s supposed to happen without notice so that there is no grieving process to go through when they disappear.

My friends now appear as characters in the books I’m writing. Not all the characters were the once imaginary friends of my youth. The villains are new. I mean I’ve played in the shadows my whole life but I was never friends with bad guys/girls.

The characters that have become the antagonists in the books are related to experiences in my life. Experiences with people that I’m thankful are no longer in my life, except for the big-bad-uglies that are needed to give the protagonist something to destroy/eliminate/arrest/send into the deepest chasms of the earth/you get the idea.

Thankful too that I have a vivid imagination in which to play – makes writing more fun when I can close my eyes and see the worlds that my characters live in. Of course that imagination of mine has helped to scare the sleep out of me at times, but that’s another story. 😉

So what about you, where have your imaginary friends gone to live? Or are they still alive and well inside of you?  🙂

Righting the Writing

Rewriting this week has been – great. I figured out what was wrong with my whole manuscript and now I can concentrate on filling in the gaps. The two main characters now (finally) have their own voices, the protagonist has become more than merely a shadow, and the creatures are creepier.

Chapter one is now chapter two, a couple of the supporting characters are not so flat (they’ve been fattened lol), and the ending is righting itself – it felt skewed in a bad way before. I was also surprised with the new direction that the book decided to go in.

It’s flowing. I’m enjoying the flow. Feeling the flow. Going with the flow.

Now I’m off to visit the new blogs I’ve discovered as a result of the writing campaign I’m doing. Thanks to Rachel Harrie for starting the campaign.

Have a great weekend.

Blogging Off

I suppose I caught your attention with my post headline. Good. That was my intention after all, you know, to get your attention. And now that I have your attention I would like to capture you even further.

I want to reel you into my dark little world and show you how the shadows play. I want you to see that all is not as it seems in the world of shadows. For this is not a place where demons dwell or hearts bleed gold. This is not a place where your mind could fracture at a moment’s notice due to snap of a whip. But, then again I suppose it has occurred. This is also not a place to tread lightly.

You could lose your way, fall down, tumble even, into the vast unknown. The collective unconscious consciousness of the world. You may even hear singing, but I’d advise against following that illustrious, illuminating sound. It’ll only lead to your ultimate ruin. If at any point during your visit here you feel as if someone (or something) is watching you, following you, or reaching out to brush your soul — you are correct.

There are things here that will taunt you, haunt you and otherwise try to impinge upon the personal space of your imagination. Shadows here love to play, tease, jeer, encourage, uplift, and bring in the joyous rain of treasures found. However, you must consider the aforementioned warnings.

No, don’t run away just yet, stay for a minute or two or perhaps a year. We are not here to harm you. We want to entrance you, enrapture you, thrill you and hold in our thrall for the space between breaths. We want to show you the colors of life that maybe you have missed due to the rapid staccato beats of a technology based lifestyle.

So enter, if you so dare, ahem – I mean choose, and listen. Hear the tales and sagas, revel in the epicenters of color, sound and word. Dive into the waters, the stream of consciousness if you will, and open your very soul to the happenings around you. Hear the laughing, wailing, jeering, cacophony of banshee and shadows. Equally as well please listen to the rhythms and flow of the most gentlest of creatures, for they will guide you on your journey here.

Dance in the rain and sun streams of love and cherish the wild ride of dreams and nightmares. Enter this world of wonderment, clarity and of course the occasional fall from sanity. All other words cast aside, enter the realm of books.