What The Hell Is In The Box? - More of my writing

It is funny to me how writing works. Sunday I was in tears, yes I admit, because I was so frustrated with myself. I was back and forth between lamenting my writer's block and berating myself to get with it and write something dammit! I made my 'excuses', valid as they might be, and promised for a post update today. It was my intention, with much resignation, to post out of order for the sake of posting. However, less than an hour ago I was struck with the words that needed to be written next.

Brand new and hot off the presses...this is what comes next. Better late than never, right?

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We Write to Taste Life Twice -- Wherein You Read What's Mine

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”

~Anaïs Nin

 

 

Earlier today on my Google+ I bemoaned the fact that my writing has seriously been lacking. I have been encouraged to start posting more of writing to help my frantic state of creative juices and to get feedback. This is new to me. I don't typically share my writing with anyone. I have numerous reasons, but foremost is that I'm secretive and I'm afraid what I write will not be well received. Experience has taught me not to share and I'm a grudge holder, even if you--yes you sitting reading this--are not the grudge causer. There is criticism and there is destroying MY WORK beyond recognition.

From Writer's Board on Pinterest

If I take this new notion of honest and open a bit further . . . I'm also a smidgen paranoid about copyright junk. I am not saying it is steal worthy, but plagiarism is a serious business. My writing comes from a place, sometimes inspired by dark times. No one can live those times for me, nor fully understand the impact they have had (and continue to) on me physically, mentally and emotionally. Writing about it, is my way of sharing, on a small scale, what has happened. It is my job/goal as the writer/storyteller to make you the reader see, feel, taste, cry, laugh with me along the way. When you steal my words, you steal so much more. You steal my muses and I love them dearly. You steal moments and memories. You steal raw excruciating pain and while I don't mind pain leaving me, this pain stealing leaves behind far worse pain. Are you understanding how scared I am about plagiarism?

 

Mundane Mondays: A Mess It Grows

What better time to write my blog post than at 11 o'clock at night? I have wanted to write a Mundane Monday post for a few weeks now, but time and energy have not been working together to create a stable writing environment. Mondays are not fun, but writing is like a "spoonful of sugar"; it can help the "I can't face another week. Please don't let the weekend truly be over," woes seem less IN YOUR FACE. Well, at the very least, less like Monday has won this triumphant battle. Ha ha take that Monday!
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