I wrote this post originally in November 2013 (wow, that's a century ago) for The Write Practice. People loved it (one writer even tried to emulate it on his own blog). And so, as with any popular blog one writes, it deserves another go.
Note: The original version of this post was first published on The Write Practice on September 1, 2013.
Rhetorical question: do you listen to music? What are the songs you keep coming back to savor, over and over again, no matter how “dated” they may be? Whatever your musical taste, there’s a reason to plug in those headphones—or turn on that hot new stereo system you just bought: music enriches your writing.
January 31. March 2. March 15. April 15. July 31. December 31. Q1, Q2, Q3, Q4 and fiscal YE whenever that "year end" is for you.
What do you think of when you hear the name Gabriel García Márquez? Magical realism, most likely. Maya Angelou? Inspirational verse, no doubt. Robert Ludlum? Ah, my hero, Jason Bourne.
Choose a genre, get good in it, stick to it, create a lasting reputation, say the experts, the blogs, the "how to for authors" articles. That's how you become known as an author. That's how you make the big bucks. Whatever you do, don't go skipping from one genre or one form to another!
How do you dramatize non fiction? Isn’t real life already wild and crazy enough? And isn’t that why we have fiction in the first place, so that we can be superheroes and E.S.C.A.P.E. our dull routine realities?
This guest post is by Lorraine Jericevic in the UK.
Travelling in Peru with my husband, I meet a wonderful Hopi Native American, full of wonder, full of stories, songs, and chants. He carries a treasured bag of blue corn so that he can honor Mother Earth wherever he goes, wherever She is. It's a well-travelled bag of ceremony and healing, of symbols, of scents and sacred energies woven into the fabric of its heart.
This past weekend, I walked down to the elevator in our building with my little one, to recycle paper from my office. You see, I'm on a determined weight loss plan: I aim to lose 80% of the paper in my office by year's end. Scanned and shredded if it's important, not scanned if it's not. Recycled in both cases.
Weighed down with 4 bags, and my toddler holding another, we stood there while the elevator made the usual functional noises behind the walls.
Last night was the first total lunar eclipse of 2014. It was also the first luna roja, blood moon.
We knew it was about to happen, and had just put the finishing touches on a little graphic to celebrate this stunning celestial phenomenon, which we posted on our Mayan Calendar Facebook page. What we didn't expect was the speed with which the image would race around the world:
Climate change. That was the topic for the "Musing of the Moment" of the January issue of my eLetter "The Muse." Like all of my musing moments, it was written from the heart, with reflection and respect. Some of the people subscribed to the eLetter routinely email me back after every issue to send words of support, thanks, encouragement, and sometimes simply their thoughts and ruminations.
On Christmas Day 2013, my usually clear head began to fog up. No, it wasn't writer's block, nor was I in a Tesla showroom (although I would happily fog up for Tesla Motors any day!).
It was the beginning of a tenacious demon of a sinus headache and cough. The fact that it's flu season, and that we're having a whooping cough epidemic here in California, immediately registered, but was instantly overridden by a determination to cure my body my way—i.e., naturally, without antibiotics.
Because last year, I ended up taking them.