One thing I struggle with, when writing a character, is what I call "headspace," meaning someone's view of the world as molded by their era, upbringing, and milieu. Writing something contemporary is difficult for me because I'm just not up to speed with all the crap people do nowadays. My life does not revolve around … Continue reading Writers, I need your help with character headspace
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A writing prompt gone wrong. #SOCS
Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SOCS prompt from Linda G. Hill “Pro/Con” of anything I am setting my Fitbit for fifteen minutes of unbridled crap. After I wrote the block of shit below, I realize I was right to predict it would be crap (and that makes me feel a little gratified), yet I squirm because … Continue reading A writing prompt gone wrong. #SOCS
How to unwaste wasted time?
To the depressed out there, do you have a trigger flush that sends you swirling down the toilet along with all your shitty thoughts? And when you're swirling around, do you mistake the shit for yourself? I don't know about you, but I really don't want to do that anymore. And if you don't want … Continue reading How to unwaste wasted time?
Plowing through depression while planting gratitude.
T.S. Eliot wrote that “April is the cruellest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots with spring rain.” I would submit that spring is the cruelest season. But it doesn't need to be. Farmers plow their fields each spring, while we the depressed plow … Continue reading Plowing through depression while planting gratitude.
Advice regarding writer’s block from a writer’s blockhead.
I made the mistake of reading advice about writing, about embarrassing pitfalls and newbie blunders, and worst of all, about who has talent and who doesn’t. I now have an enormous writer’s boulder and can’t even bear to write my name, let alone stomach anything else my pen might sully. First, buyer beware. All I … Continue reading Advice regarding writer’s block from a writer’s blockhead.
Who the Hell Knows? 