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Do you ever…. #sketchorama

Do you ever have a project that you’re scared to start? I do. I am.

I signed up for Sketchorama with The New Bohemian Gallery.

I am not an artist.

I am a writer. Who is sometimes inspired by her photographs.

And who got a crazy idea to join in with all the other artists.

The writing is easy. Much of it is done. But do I hand write it? Or print it out and glue it in? That seems like cheating… but I will have to figure out a way to get the photos in the book (I’ve been thinking of trying a clear, matte sticker/label). I feel like I should use my handwriting, as it’s more personal… byt will anyone be able to read it?

I’m doing something outside my comfort level. Much of the writing is done, it just needs to be put into the sketchbook.If only…. If only I could draw. BUt then I’d be an artist of a different stripe.

And yes, I asked first if written words would be ok.

It is.

And still… still I’m frozen. I’ve written the opening page– and I love it. I’ve hand written it in a card and sent it to my Aunt who is magnificently artistically talented . (Hi Aunt Mary!) But actually putting it into the sketchbook? Ummm…

What if I make a mistake?

My sister, another magical artist, says just to do it. That sketch books are meant to be personal. And still I freeze.

But that’s ok. I have a secret weapon— Regina is coming down on the holiday weekend. And I know that if she reads this, before she leaves to go back home that first opening page will be written in the book before she leaves. And as much is already written (going with the theme of water: ocean, river, bay, etc) and some will come new…

But I bet it will have that first page, handwritten, before she leaves.

 

Yesterday, tomorrow’s and today

Yesterday, as I was sitting in my throne crying because of the choice I had to make, I thought to myself… I’ve been to tomorrow. It sucks. Alas, there was no trip to my happy place with good friends, tiny houses and lots ofnlaughter. Instead I slept off a bug that snuck up and attacked me.

But that phrase stuck with me. All day and into this morning.

Who would say that? Would they be in poetry form? Or perhaps… oh my gosh I’m getting an idea for fiction? Can it be true? After so long apart? I know I have another idea, revolving around Face Rock in Oregon….

My imagination is at play, and I am enjoying it. Did it need a rest? Or do I just prefer variety? I think it’s the second one, personally. It’s very hard to peg wynwords down… and I like it that way. A Kaleidescope of crazy imagination that brings me happiness.

Even in the midst of missing out on something I’d been so looking forward to.

Take my lovelies, I’m off to work on a few ideas and sip my sprite.

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Summer is here, so of course I’m writing more. Not particularly because of the season, just need to get my writing going again. If it’s important to me, then I need to put a priority on it.

So tonight, I killed 2 bird with one stone. Took the boys down to the park, and decided to sit and write. Since I tend to lack description, especially of the physical details.

Started out well, living in the moment and writing in my little book. Then the writing circled back to the interior, to more character… but it was rooted in the moment.

It’s a beginning, and that’s all I need. That and to keep going.

I’m also circling more around the bones of the world. It’ll get there.

I’ll get there.

Bones of the World

 

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I took this photo back in May, and once I saw it I knew… I am in over my head with this one. Because what some would say is a pile of driftwood made me think of the bones of the world, washed up on shore… and then what happens next?

Is it a poem? A short story?  A long story? A meandering?

I’m not entirely sure. But I know my writerly soul wants to write something about the bones of the world, and it was inspired by this photo. (Which was taken at Bullard State Park & Beach in Bandon, Oregon, btw).

Some places and times touch you deeply. Even though you’re bursting with ideas, sometimes the feels get in your way and you’re percolating.

Perk away, brain, perk away.

I’ll be over here in the corner, writing, when you figure it out.

Writing for….

I firmly believe that writers should be paid for their writing. What we do when we play with words has value, and should be treated as such.

Except when the value of what you’re doing exceeds money. I write my letters, and those have enormous value to me. They are a connection to people whom I love. This blog is also a connection, one to the outside world. I’m also working on an experiment, one where my brain will basically be exploded onto the page in a hopefully wonderful way.

A gallery is going to be showing artist sketch books, and it was open to poets as well. All types of artists. You had to pay $20, which helps to cover costs of the show. I fought with myself about it, because as much as I walk a line with “free” writing and paid, I had reservations paying to be published.

But I will not be published with this collection. Technically, I will be shown. I think that is the term LOL.

And the money does cover costs.

As long as it wasn’t a scam.

I hope it wasn’t. Because I am excited about it.It just brings so many things together for me in a beautiful way. I’ve already starting working on it… so if it is a scam, I’ll still do it.

Because it was well worth the $20.00 to have my writing brain focused and creating a cohesive whole again. As I love rivers, lakes and especially the ocean so much, the project is titled Water. I have a few things already written, and more sketched out to write.

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Travelation

I love to travel. Seeing new sights, meeting new people… it’s a wonderous thing. For me, it’s one of the most inspiring things to do.

Last weekend, for the holiday, we headed up HWY 101 on the coast and pointed North. We went to Oregon, saw tons of things, met people, made memories… and made memories.

I also now have 5 essay/article ideas, and 2 poems fighting to get out.

Possibly a short story, you never know.

I do know that the fresh salt air, camp fire stories, watching 2 boys learn to be men from 3 women, a teenage girl learn to be a kid again, laughter and stories and sun and sand and love. All that, wrapped up in a summertime kiss.

There are probably a gagillion things that could be written about that trip. What caught my curiosity, on the first pass, was limited to about 7 items.7 solid writings that have already been sketched out, so I won’t forget details.

This summer is looking to be promising. Hopefully, i can keep it up. I have a trip to Reno/Tahoe planned for the end of the month. Fingers crossed, it’s a semi solo trip involving driving in mountains. Eeek!

What inspires you? What clears your head, makes your fingers itch for the pen?

Do you know…

When you pick up pen and put it to paper, do you know who your audience is? Does it make a difference to you, whether you’re writing for an audience or for yourself?

Do you know who you write for?

Does it matter?

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Cover Art for Dragon’s Champion

I wrote this completely for myself (Dragon’s Champion). I started with a situation, one that normally might give a girl a fainting fit. Instead, my heroine, Constance, found it to be better than what she left. I wrote the story simply because I had to know what happened next. I met a vivacious, funny heroine who saved herself along the way.

I’ve written some stories for specific publications. With fiction, it sometimes works. I have a little story in

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My story is a homage to one of my favorite stories of all times, The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I have another steam punk story coming out in an anthology as well. I’ll have more on that soon 🙂

And then there’s The Golden Apple and Other Stories. This one is personal. It’s a retelling of a few different fairy tales, as well as a couple of personal fairy tales. Again, I wrote most of these stories for myself. Not an editor, or a specific reader other than me.

And then there’s my nonfiction. I tried writing what I thought the editor wanted. It wasn’t, and to boot I didn’t enjoy the writing. If I’m not going to get published anyways, then I am just about on the point of saying if it isn’t fulfilling me in some way, I’m not going to write it.

I used to write for work. That was part of the job. I write my letters, some short fiction, poems and non fiction. I’m longing to find my peg-hole, because I’m tired of being shoved into the wrong one. For what I want to do to work, it’s going to take a whole bunch of creativity, all the writing that I love and a wee bit of formatting skills.

Even if my only audience is myself, I think it will be worth it. I’m going to try and bring Wynwords to life.

 

Be well, my lovelies. We’ll talk again soon!