Come let’s get organized and go win an election!
Here’s an article on Hopepunk genre. It seems interesting. We need hope in these dark days. B
Have fun checking out all these literary sites.
Great illustrations of Dante’s Hell through the ages.
I had an idea. Yes, I was in the bathroom, where else would I get ideas? So I opened the file in my google drive that is aptly named “Ideas” and jotted it down. While there, I scrolled down all the other ideas and damn! there is some interesting stuff there that I had completely forgotten about.
Always write down your ideas! You will forget!
Anyway, I came across this snippet:
“An angel, you are an angel!”
“No. Demon not angel. Forget everything you think to know about angels.”
“But, you literally fell from heaven.”
“What was the first thing I said to you?”
“Ehm, ‘Trust me, I can help’.”
“What do angels say?”
“Have no fear.”
“There’s a reason for that.”
Ooooh is that an idea for NaNoWriMo maybe?
A Chuck Norris mustache kicking butt….genius.
I’m breathing my last on a hospital bed. It’s been a good run—traveled around the world, wrote some books, ate a lotta pizza—I’m okay with what’s about to happen. My heart monitor goes BEEEEEEEP and suddenly I’m floating above my body. The nurse by my side wrinkles her nose in disgust. She turns to her coworker and says, “You smell that? Had to fart one last time before he died. I never said anything, but did you notice how this guy did his damnedest to hotbox us with his ass whenever we had to care for him?” I laugh in delight—hotboxing nurses was one of the last pleasures left to me as an old fogey. Refuse to give me extra jello? Choke on the old-attic mothball stank that comes flooding out my colon! (I’ve heard that that’s actually a true…
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I really like her photos.
I love the quote from Isabel Allende . . . “I think I write so that people will love each other more.” Perhaps that is all the reason one needs to write.
I often feel blocked. Not because I do not have anything to say, but because I am not sure where to begin. what to do if I finish. What if it is not good? What if if is hack-eyed and crap writing? How do I develop characters so they are not card board cutouts? How do I write sharper dialogue and more concise descriptions? How do I get what I envision in my head onto the page?
What I write never seems good enough once I begin. I fret over its shortcomings and push it away. I move onto another project or begin another piece.
Yet the questions persist. Soon I grow anxious. When I grow anxious I eat. I have struggled with this for years. I can’t control the eating or stop it. I have tried to work with it. I buy fruit and salad and give myself permission to eat it all. And I do. Then I feel terrible with the lack of self control.
- Where the Magic Happens (emmiemears.com)
- Road Block (sunnydelyte21.wordpress.com)
- Vonnegut’s tips on writing a great story (holykaw.alltop.com)
- Did You Ever Want to be a Fiction Writer (aisjournal.com)
- Grown Up Creativity: You Have The Right To Be Creative (lifestyle30.wordpress.com)
- Creative Thursday on How to Solve Creative Block (lotusandbee.com)