I tap my fingers, slow and rhythmic, against the empty page of my notebook. I watched my hand move my pencil backwards and up, line after line. Each letter traced over with the lead tip vanished from the page until I found myself here. My hand is unoccupied. My HB pencil evaporated into a thin… Continue reading Unwritten
This year I am writing a novel. I dream of sitting drinking coffee on the front porch on a warm early morning writing. Or maybe sitting pool side with my notebook and pencil at a tropical resort. Heavy sigh. I have done the bulk of my writing in doors at night as predicted months ago… Continue reading Popcorn and…
Denis has the kind of voice that without any sort of visual association creates those little butterflies in inside the listener. It was Denis’s voice that drew my attention and alerted the writer in me to the possibility of a story. First though, I should clarify that the following piece of writing is fictional. I… Continue reading Watching
On November 1, 2020 I started following a new blog that I found while I was spending a few minutes checking out fellow NaNoPoBlano participants: No Talent for Certainty. You see on November 1, 2020 I spontaneously decided to join NaNoPoBlano for the first time. So, here we are on day #2 with my day… Continue reading Observers
Use this image as a prompt to create a post and reference back here. You can come back and share by posting your link in the comment section below. That’s it! Can’t wait to view your posts… Source of inspiration for a creative artist being propel along by force in a specified direction. Can you… Continue reading Photo Prompt 25: Source of inspiration for a creative artist being propel along by force in a specified direction.
Use this image as a prompt to create a post and reference back here. You can come back and share by posting your link in the comment section below. That’s it! Can’t wait to view your posts… I am aware of the tugging like a quiet voice whispering in the back of my mind, write,… Continue reading Photo Prompt Week 17: Relic Writer
The desk around me is littered with stationary debris. The isolation created by half-walls isn’t lost on me. I feel uninvited as I sit here, a squatter at someone else’s desk, casting about for inspiration. However, I find nothing under the dim lighting beyond the impression of stormy clouds nor can I find anything in… Continue reading Lacking Inspiration for a Creative Artist
Muse: I can see her there. It could be almost anyone, but I know with certainty that it is me. I’m so close to this that the only thing that marks it for something inside myself is the soft mist that surrounds the edges of the image, a slight blurring that casts a flat white… Continue reading Writer’s Block
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 