Romance Author and Poet
I was infatuated with his introversion. The way he spoke in written word, each thought trickling down his arm onto paper; the way he expressed his thoughts; the way he processed his inner being. As his mind touched mine, I was swayed by the cosmos within him.
But his soul never reached past his skin. His bones walled him in, locking his soul deep within him.
A melancholy organ melody had echoed through Broadway Avenue every Sunday night for more than one hundred years.
When the music had originally begun in 1823, the townsfolk were overcome with interest in the mysterious talent who played; how anyone could hit the keys with such tragic passion was truly remarkable. Seasoned musicians were the first to notice the darkness of the chords, the minor keys and chords that made up wordless tunes of death, sorrow, and misery.… Read the rest >>> “The Tragic Organ Player (short story)”
What is the main reason you write?
It’s important to know the answer to this. Too often, we get distracted by sales numbers, awards, reputation, and comparisons, and we start to become obsessed with those insignificant details, losing our focus on the craft itself.
So we have to remember why we write.
Grab some pen and paper and let’s answer some questions. Make sure to write out your answers, so you can get a full view of your goals as a writer. … Read the rest >>> “Deciding Your Goals as a Writer (Writing 101)”
You’ve finished your novel. It’s amazing. At least, you think it’s amazing. Isn’t it? But no, really…. wait… is it??
What if you missed something important? What if you have flat characters? Or a predictable plot? What if people hate it?
These are all typical questions that run through a writer’s mind before publication.
So you’ll need a second pair of eyes to tell you if anything is amiss in your novel.… Read the rest >>> “Questions to Ask Your Beta Readers (Writing 101)”
The looking glass isn’t
What it used to be.
The light reflects off you
And straight through the heart of me.
Emerald streams pierce through my mind
It will all unfold in the flow of time.
Come, see into me
Come, see into me
The looking glass isn’t
What it used to be.
The frame is chipped and bruised
But that’s not all there is to see.… Read the rest >>> “Come See Into Me (poem)”
There was no mercy for the weary.
There were nights I begged for you. Nights where the nightmare of reality stole all my dreams, to the point where hope felt like a luxury brand only affordable by the highest classes of society. I held tight to worn-out blankets wrapped around my shoulders as pain leaked in through the windows; the cold bite of winter informing me that summer was just a passing season. … Read the rest >>> “Mercy (poem)”
I wanted him to miss me in those empty spaces,
in those downbeats,
in those deep breaths
between the present, past, and future.
And I wanted him to see my soul
in cracks and curtains,
in small spaces where light seeped in,
and in heavy awnings
hovering over his thoughts.
And I wanted him to whisper to me
over his morning and evening coffee,
both a conversation and a prayer,
his lips and heart coming together
passing through multiple dimensions
to speak to me.… Read the rest >>> “I Wanted Him (poem)”
I miss the way you once were, the way you spoke, the cadence of your words when you didn’t want the world to hear us. I miss your deep inflections, paired with slow reflections; the way your intonation rose and fell with my breath and self-control.
I was called a fool for loving you. And I was.
And I am.
In my hopeless defense, your words were full; carefully crafted in unwoven silk and raw honesty.… Read the rest >>> “Irreparable (poem)”
She was plain – nothing outstanding and yet somehow obviously desired. It was easy to see that in the way he leaned towards her as he spoke; the way their fingers intertwined warmly, like a fire had been made in the hearth of their hearts, in a home built for them both.
And I knew I was more beautiful. Externally only, of course. I felt the twisted, ugly pieces of my soul speak up from its darkness as I pretended not to see them.… Read the rest >>> “Invisible Beauty (flash)”
How should you organize sentences for the greatest emotional impact? Let’s take a look at a dramatic sentence and rewrite it in a few ways in order to change the impact it has on the reader.
SAMPLE SENTENCE: All she wanted was the answer, but she had no idea how much she would hate it.
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