Steps In Between

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Being Your Own Biggest Fan ~ An Uncomfortable Place

Building momentum about yourself is not a comfortable experience. But, as a creator, you have to put yourself out there. I have a new series beginning on Channillo, June 1st, and my readers have been hearing about it for the last several weeks. Do I keep talking about it? I must! https://channillo.com/series/colors/ If you are a writer like me, you have a day job that pays the bills. And even […]

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Color Me ~ Steps In Research

Writing for a new project always takes a bit of research, or bounds of it, depending on the content and type of project. Since this blog, “Steps in Between,” is my journey through writing, I wanted to share the research and preparation steps I have taken for my upcoming poetry project, “Colors.” To be honest, I have to start pretty far back… to the backseat of my parent’s suburban. My […]

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MOM Excerpts From Book & Brain

MOM Mountains of wisdom Offered across time Marginalized until the last light falls   Welcome to a little mixed-up mom-time filled with a poem, a memory, and some excerpts from the stack of books on my nightstand. There’s writing advice too. Of course, I wrote an acrostic poem about my mom. It’s Mother’s Day. And the older I grow, the more I hear my mother’s voice in the back of my mind. […]

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Surrounding Myself with Writers ~ and Announcing FRIEND POETRY

I find that I grow as a writer by surrounding myself with writers. The problem is when I first recognized myself as a writer, I secluded myself. I told no one. I wrote in secret. Three years later (and after many self-sabotaging conversations with myself) I took a wild leap before I could change my mind. Bam! Now, I have this blog, I have joined several online writing groups, and […]

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How Well Do You Wait?

  How do you wait for what you want in life? Are you a foot-tapper, restless and sleepless until your desires come to be? Do you stir your coffee into swirls in attempt to concoct Plan B? Or do you submit to the waiting, unmovable to pursue a pastime in the delay? How do you wait for something important to happen? I must be subconsciously thinking about this topic, because […]

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The Ebb & Flow of Writing Momentum: A Parasite

The ebb and flow of writing momentum breathes in life through my lungs like a parasite. Dictionary.com defines a parasite as an organism that lives on or in an organism of another species, known as the host, from the body of which it obtains nutriment.   I have the desire to write coursing through my veins. Due to that constant pulse, my heart is not my own. The space in […]

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A Murmuration of To-Do’s – Check!

I have learned to become a list-maker. If you find this news completely boring and overly organized… keep reading. As always, I have a fun piece of writing advice at the end. Writers (as well as non-writers) have many things to think about. These things might be about writing, and they might not… but they are there regardless, filling up our minds until we do something with them. Sometimes a […]

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Time Flies: Stretching Before Spring

Time flies in a blink. This recurring message has been the alarm I’ve needed to stir from January’s slumber. A few usual occurrences unusually moved my focus from pause to start, and now I am awake, inspired. The sources were random, though I’m sure when you take notice of what inspires you, it may also feel just as unplanned. For starters, I binge-watched the current season of This Is Us on […]

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Framing a Feeling ~ Inspiration from Andrew Wyeth

“I think a person permeates a spot, and a lost presence makes the environment timeless to me, keeps an area alive.”  ~Andrew Wyeth Over the holidays I visited the Seattle Art Museum, and was fortunate enough to take in “Andrew Wyeth In Retrospect.” This diverse collection celebrated the painter’s life over seventy-five years. Many of his pieces I knew, and they spoke to me, although there were a few that stirred my […]

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