I’m a reader. From the time my mom taught five-year-old me to discern between the “snake” words venomous and nonvenomous I’ve had a lust for reading. Reading is power, and I wanted it. Bwahaha! In the first few days of first grade I told my teacher I could already read—because I knew the snake words. […]
Publishing Angst and the Lack Thereof
Two posts on the Writers Supporting Writers site address this question. First, a guest post from Chuck Litka with the provocative title Vanity Publishing 2.0? And then A Response to Chuck by Mark Paxson. Read the posts and offer your opinions! Image by Nadi Lindsay from Pexels
Does Self-Publishing=Vanity Publishing?
Image Credit: Kerfe Roig This poem is my attempt at a crapsey cinquain for Colleen’s #TankaTuesday. It’s inspired by Kerfe’s visual art above. ~ Unknowable starlight stitched in patterns weaves a vast universe deciphering the mystical with faith ~ I’m on the road, hiking around here: Mount Shasta. Credit: Dheera Venkatraman, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0, […]
Unknowable: #TankaTuesday
As a writer, my whole life seems to have been dominated by the empty white page, empty being the operative word! Yet the one thing I love is an empty white page, all ready and waiting for me to fill it. I have piles of notebooks which I choose for their paper. Silky paper, so […]
ONCE AGAIN
As a writer, my whole life seems to have been dominated by the empty white page, empty being the operative word! Yet the one thing I love is an empty white page, all ready and waiting for me to fill it. I have piles of notebooks which I choose for their paper. Silky paper, so […]
ONCE AGAIN
THE STOLEN KISS Outside the dance hall,Through the door no-oneWas supposed to open,They slipped into darknessTo stand in the freezing air,Lean against thin snowClinging to the red brick wall. Both trying to stop shivering,Both failing,Both finally giving in.Retreating back to the music,Back to the dancing,Closing the door behind them, Leaving the icy darknessBut taking that […]
THE STOLEN KISS
How is that a tree can stir my soul, so?Yet, set amongst the Douglas firs –an orchestra of giants, the reassuranceof green towering and proud – the musicof my soul is nothing less than symphonic. How is that the sky can speak to me?No words to convey its vastness, yetit breathes new life into empty […]
On Nature
Surprisingly, what I’ve found is that self-love is really the easier of the two. These are the things you do to take care of yourself. That massage on your calendar every three weeks? That is self-love. Self-love might be getting that manicure, taking a walk, spending some time meditating, soaking in the tub. Whatever you […]
Self Respect or Self Love
The Brandon men, father Sir William Brandon and his three sons, William, Robert and Thomas, had been loyal servants to King Edward IV. The king died on 9th April 1483 and his successor was his twelve-year-old son, Edward. However, the new king’s Uncle, Richard of Gloucester had the boy and his younger brother, Richard of York, […]
Richard III and the Fall of the Brandon Men – Guest Post by Sarah Bryson
Writers must play a role in marketing their work, so that prospective readers will know about it, and them as writers. Central to that role is taking their written words off the page by reading aloud. Sometimes there are full-length reads in person, or short clips meant to entice readers to want more. Writers also speak publicly about their experiences as writers. In all cases, it is important to give a strong presentation.
Before stories were written, they were told aloud. We still read them aloud today. As a child my parents read to me before bed, which I hope to do someday when I have children of my own. Some of my favorite TV shows were essentially narrations of the stories they were based on, from Beatrix Potter’s tales to The Railway Series by Reverend Awdry (these were narrated by George Carlin and Ringo Starr). The narrators I remember…
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