My friend Sara Crawford (author of The 30 Day Writing Challenge), tagged me in the Writing Process Blog Tour. Because she tends to be able to bend me to her will with the alluring awkwardness of her puppy dog stare, I’m participating. Aren’t you excited? I sure am. Visit Sara’s blog here and check out … Continue reading Writing Process Blog Tour: I, again, blame Sara.
Yes, I know how to count. I know I'm out of sync/order/my mind. I also know that I don't want to give Sara's Entire book away in my blog, so we get to jump around the listed exercises (though I've been completing all 30 of them at home). I've been a bit absent as of late, … Continue reading Day Twelve and Thirteen: Word Choice and Character
Day Seven of Sara Crawford's 30 Day Writing Challenge. Music is the theme of the day. Basically, you put your music playlist on random and listen (no writing yet) to the next song that plays. Once you've let it sink in, free write using the music as a base. The book lists a few questions … Continue reading Day Seven and Nine: It’s a Two-fer
Day Three of Sara Crawford's The 30 Day Writing Challenge brings us to this query. What do you want to write? Today's offering is more of a list of sorts. "Write a 1 – 2 page list of things you believe in and things about which you would love to write. Include what kind of messages … Continue reading Day Three: What Do You Want To Write?
I've been wracking and racking my brain lately in an attempt to breathe some new life into my blogging. It's been far too long since the days of Ye Olde Livejournal where daily posts were made in abundance (sometimes overabundance...even when I had nothing to say). Something happened a few weeks ago that took the wind … Continue reading Sara Crawford’s 30 Day Writing Challenge: A Beginning
I recently had the opportunity to speak with a young artist. You know the kind: fresh faced, energetic, so full of ideas they can’t sit still. He was talking to me about his art when he sank into his chair enough for me to notice. Being both concerned and nosey, I asked him what was … Continue reading Do Not Listen to What I am Saying
It’s called The Out Post. Every Friday night you can hop in and enjoy an evening of bluegrass with a gaggle of regulars wearing more plaid than you can shake a stick at. It’s the kind of place where old church pews sit next to old theater seats. It’s the kind of place where everyone … Continue reading Where the Grass is Blue