Inspiration during a pandemic elicits conflicted feelings. Nonetheless, I try to create mindfully, with good intentions, and share the best of what I can do. Three new poems in two publications recently. They show you where my mind has been. I’m grateful to these publications that are sharing timely work. I hope that the messagesContinue reading “New poems”
Category Archives: Writing
Chasing after an idea
Last night, right before falling asleep, I had a moment when I realized that I was about to lose an idea for a poem. As I was falling asleep, a line came to me so clearly that I tried to repeat it to myself so that I didn’t lose it. But based on past performance,Continue reading “Chasing after an idea”
I had a poem published yesterday in Backchannels Journal‘s Pandemic Issue, an instant publishing opportunity. I’ve been trying to write a poem every day in April, and the poem published was the one I wrote on April 1st. The poem is sort of a to-do list, or it contains to-do lists that are a littleContinue reading “To-do list”
And as a writer, I must think not only about how to adapt to that new publishing reality, but also think about how to be part of the movement that helps those positive changes remain.
As a writer, I know the benefits and enjoy the act of reflecting, perhaps too much.
#weekendcoffeeshare: Circles of control
If we were having coffee, I might tell you how hard I’ve been on myself lately.
When I take my shot
I sometimes actually hit the mark.
Being green (with youth, with envy)
I am 26 years old now. This coming week, I’ll be turning 27. I’m still laughably, sickeningly young, and yet also worried that the youth card will be revoked soon.
Author Toolbox Blog Hop: Building a reputation (beyond writing and publishing)
Building your writing reputation can help you get off on the right foot when you start gaining traction with your writing.
Author Toolbox Blog Hop: Keep a little of your self for yourself
I sometimes worry that, although I am writing fiction, readers may try to “decode” the story by retracing my steps to find the original sliver of my reality that served as the starting point, and then take it one step too far to try and decode me.