Creative Writing HELP

Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I posted a blog. I have not been writing much since the dreaded writer’s block has made its way into my life and has settled down for the long haul. Recently, I decided that I need to break through this writer’s block and I have been actively revisiting works from my past, rewriting, redrafting and submitting. I have been receiving rejection letters but they do not deter me. Then late one night I received an email stating: “Your poem, which speaks to both your love of poetry and the moment of birth of your work is wonderful, and your letter which reveals the joys and the struggles of creative writing (btw: I’ll be talking about my own first 100 rejections in the class I teach) is precisely why MVICW exists—you seem a perfect match for our program.” I received a partial scholarship opportunity for a week-long writing workshop.

I am writing to ask for your help. Since this is only a partial scholarship p I still have to pay the remaining tuition balance, lodging and travel expenses.

I am reaching out because I need help. I have had unforeseen expenses and my general responsibilities and bills have made this surprising opportunity a little challenging to come up with all the necessary funds. The program received an additional donation and reached to me for the opportunity. If you can help it would be greatly appreciated.

Below is the link to my go fund me campaign:

https://www.gofundme.com/creative-writer039s-dream

 

THANK YOU! SHARING HELPS TOO!

 

 

The Regret

We often ignore our dreams and avoid aspirations because we have responsibilities; this type of avoidance can lead to regret.  “I got bills to pay, mouths to feed, ain’t nothing in this world for free.” Far too often we push aside our hopes and dreams as we douse the passion of fervent youth when reality begins to settle in around us and we take that job to pay the bills.

Then, we comply with the rules of society and work ourselves into graves. Yup, that sums up the whole of existence. Some work themselves into lavish graves while the rest of us meander through to simple boxes in hallow ground.

What will remain of you when you die? Or me for that matter? (This post is really all about me, everything is always about me.) The progeny? Eventually that dies out too.

What will your legacy be?

Ha!

Cliché.

Personally, I don’t want any more regrets. I don’t want to say I should have done this or that I want to say “I did it.”

So I am going to say I did it.

No ragrats,” right?

I am able to say I’m writing that book and other things. In my copious spare time I am liberating the ideas locked inside while listening to Daddy Yankee’s Shaky Shaky.  My book is a contemporary multicultural romance novel and I am compiling sordid short stories with women as the central focus. My women are unconventional standards of imperfections; they’re the Kate of my mind. They embrace everything we should not be, explore the not so nice parts we like to hide while discovering the quirks and kinks that make us—well “Freak out Le freak, see’est Chic.”

Don’t fret the regret. Don’t give up the dream. Unless it involves becoming a rocket scientist when you aren’t inherently bright or really good with numbers and whatever else that sort of stuff entails. But if your dream involves learning, or visiting a new place, writing a book, becoming a ski instructor, starting a business I say try it.

And, if it doesn’t work at least you know and you can always say “I did it.”

The Soul of My Blog?

Blogging is an adventurous outlet, with an innate freedom of expression that allows you to explore the weirdest ideas that could come about. Maybe you are able to traverse the confines of your soul and release them with new words, or maybe you just write. One time I told someone they wouldn’t find my blog, to which they responded that they would. I was told they would, one day.

Then this question arose.

Why do you want me to find your blog, who said I wanted to see your soul?

I laughed a bit at this. My response was it’s really not my soul.

I never think of my blog or my writing for that matter as a way to view my soul, but today I thought about this comment and thought about my blog.

Why do I write?

I always ask myself this question and I never have a concrete answer. I write just because I like to and I think I have a way with words. Sometimes my emotions may gear my writing, life might influence the words and other times something around me just sparks the fuse of my imagination and the explosion of words erupts with a big bang (it’s usually the latter). For instance, Would You was inspired while I was at the gym and Shawn Mendes’ Mercy started playing on my Pandora station. There is nothing very deep or interesting about where the inspiration for this particular poem came from but it turned into something; it popped into my head, poof! just like magic.

I would be lying if I said life didn’t inspire me but it doesn’t always move my inner soul to reveal itself. There are times when I write these sordid tales that might make you cringe or a sappy love story at times when I might not believe in love. Then, I will shift gears and write a poem about a ghost, that’s Casper’s cousin. I may even kill someone off in a tale and smile when I’m done writing it and it’s not because that’s what lies deep inside, it’s because that’s what the muses pushed into my mind.

I’m not sure if they ever found my blog, I don’t know if they will ever read the posts but I hope they keep in mind there’s more between the lines. Writing is a part of who I am, it is a part of my soul but it does not reveal my soul. Writing for me is a journey of exploration and a way to let my imagination run free.

Quotations on Writing by Ray Bradbury

My favorite author!

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“Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.”

“You fail only if you stop writing.”

“You must write every single day of your life.”

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Her Story

In reality, I never thought that this would be the path I chose.

Wait! scratch that, I still haven’t chosen a path and I don’t have a plan. Life has become a day by day existence with the occasional plot twist deprived of a climax. It’s more like walking up the side of the hill but never reaching the top.  Casually, I walk back down without looking up.

The rut of everyday life is dull. Excitement is minimal, I often sit back and wonder: When did this happen? No, I never imagined things would be this mundane. I often lay awake at night creating excitement in my mind, imagining characters and scenarios with dramatic endings— then I go to sleep.

I live in my existence longing for a difference, boredom consumes me while pleasure eludes me.

By now I imagined my life would be complete. The husband, the kids, the home, the career and I can’t forget the minivan complete with a carpooling schedule. Yea, well at least I have a cat. I think I am on my way to becoming “The Crazy Cat Lady.” I could hoard a herd of cats and let them be my friends. At this point, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea, and then when kids walk by I can scare them. I’ll run out of my first-floor apartment with my  worn fuzzy slippers and tattered bathrobe. I am sure that would be the highlight of my lonely days.

Often, well most nights…

Who am I kidding! Every night I sit at home with Ben & Jerry’s watching Friends re-runs. “Your life’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s D.O.A. It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear. When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month or even your year.” That is probably the most accurate description of my life and it’s in the theme song of a show I am always watching. How sad am I, reminding myself of this never-ending rut?

I forget what a love life is like. It’s been mishap after mishap and now my life is dryer than the Sahara Desert on the hottest day. The last guy took me for a spin but it didn’t work out, and I don’t even know why. Occasionally, I find myself wondering where I went wrong and then I snap out of it.

I think I don’t know how to date, my attempts at flirting are abysmal and if guys didn’t make the first move I’m sure I would still be a virgin. I have never been that girl because I just don’t know how to be her.

Oh well…. woe is me, right?

Ring, ring, ring….

“Hello.”

I can’t believe he’s calling me. I never thought I would hear from him again.

We talked as if nothing happened, even though I know something did. Although, I don’t understand what happened or why he left, but I do know that it feels right talking to him again. He triggered some weird feelings, stirred the pot and walked away as it boiled over. I am sure he meant to do that. He’s arrogant and charming all at the same time. What a jerk! but he’s so cute, smart, and well—Yes dammit! he’s packing below the waist. As women, we often lie and say size doesn’t matter. But YES it absolutely does!

I think, no, I am sure that if he would have told me to jump I would have said, “How high?” I know I sound like an idiot, but I don’t care. That man did it for me! Well, I was hoping he would do it to me!

I guess I better get ready. He said he’s picking me up tonight and I have to go get some razors just in case. Well, I am hoping that is the case.

Let’s Share: Don’t Fret About Your Slump

by Elethwyn Salutations, fellow elves and writers! Elethwyn is here today to share her thoughts, ideas, and tips for overcoming writing slumps. Writing slumps – also known as writer’s block, also known as writing depression, also known as the-reason-future-Newberry-winners-gave-up-writing – is something all writers face. It’s when we lose that spark to write and find ourselves in […]

via Surviving Writing Slumps – Everything You Need to Know — A Writer’s Path

A painting brings words to life 

If a painting is worth a thousand words this one is worth so much more. I have been fortunate enough to know some talented artists; one such person Wilfredo Rivera created this illustration for me.

This painting has given life to my words. Without reading a single word he created the perfect image from my tale. This painting is one tale I tell in the dark of night.

This is the illustration for The Tale of the Wandering Woman.