Writers

That First Hurdle

To begin again is always the hardest thing.

Facing that blank page is daunting; it screams out in its purity, gives rise to palpitations and forces us to consider our options for the first time in a long time. It’s easier to carry on the story, pick up where you left off last time. The knowledge that you can recap and maybe gain an idea that you were heading towards, so that you can carry on with this in mind. It’s easier and comforting, when you have your base characters and plot worked out you can somehow spring from this much smoother than beginning afresh. Whether this is because the carrying on from old stock just means you are merely filling or that it just makes you more secure: I’m unsure. Perhaps it’s the opposite and it’s the new beginning that is just too daunting. There is too much potential to fail, too much that could go wrong, and so, under the pressure of all ‘the could be’, we simply freeze.

IT’s just that initial burst, that first nudge, the one little but huge step to get us across the starting line, once this happens then we can easily adapt to the new scenario – yet sometimes it seems too hard to start.

 

*nudges

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The Monster Within

It calls to me at night,
The beast shrouded in darkness.
Silent calls echoing in my mind,
Reverberate through my heart
And pierce my soul.

Each night he lays,
At the foot of my bed,
Waiting until my thoughts drift.
Only then will he pounce,
Tearing ideas, limb from limb
Allowing only tattered dreams.

Then in the morning, he sleeps.
Content in his role, fulfilled
Leaving me only with fragments.
Scorched cinders of denial.
Crushed bastions of brilliance,
Fallen around my feet.

 

SoCS: The late edition

So it may have been slightly late last night when I decided to write, and my brain may not have been firing on all cylinders but I’m still going to use my SOC: even though it’s a prompt from the wrong week oops.

In my defence, I was catching up and this is the post that caught my sleepy attention

Linda G Hill

So I began to write using this prompt – SOC Jan 14th

But we’re not Datist here *grins*

Pencil v potato

This is how it all began, the start of it all, the very first move in the writers war. It was a mild day on the south bank that started as easily as any other day should yet it should be noted that Linda was there first. For days she had walked by that very spot in the soft dappled grass that lay under the old apple tree. For almost a week she had yearned to sit in the gentle breeze and feel free as she edited her manuscript, if she could only find the time. So when opportunity struck early Friday morning and a meeting was cancelled Linda made the lengthy journey towards her workplace yet instead managed to divert the destination to that desired spot overlooking the lake.

Taking out her pencil and red pen she set about with her soon to be most read novel and began the daunting task of editing. She had managed about five whole minutes of peace and pencil biting (well editing is indeed a stressful business) before she heard the nasal tones of her future nemesis.

Oh no that’s not how you want to do it

I’m sorry? Linda looked up moving a hand upwards to block the sunlight

The markings, you’re doing them all wrong…

Excuse me?

The woman plonked herself down in Linda’s blanket and began opening a large bag of cheese and onion crisps.

I can help you if you like, I’m a writer you know

I…

The woman didn’t wait for a reply before popping a crisp into her mouth and crunching very loudly near Linda’s ear as she leaned in for a closer look at the book.

Yes you may know me, I had my picture printed in gardeners weekly just last week and commended on my letter about how to properly sow daffodils. I also won star writer of the week for three weeks in a row for the church ezine. So you see I can help show you the best way to write as I am a writer.

Flecks of potato flew from fingertips as she gesticulated the emphasis on the last word.

Linda opened her mouth to reply and then paused.

NaPoWriMo -Day 3

Well today I wanted to add a poem using the NaPoWriMo prompt which suggested writing a fan mail letter to someone like a celebrity or a historic figure perhaps. So I sat, and I thought, and mostly drew a blank at this, even though I could think of people I admired throughout history I couldn’t really pin a poem down to one person.

So instead someone from CampNaNoWriMo suggested I might use people I knew and i thought well that’s a good idea, why not pay homage to the people that inspire me on a daily basis.  So I hope you might also enjoy having a look through some of the blogs I follow and have tagged throughout this poem, and enjoy them as much as I do.

**Please note some of these are Adult blogs so please take note of this when clicking through the last ones, however I figure if you read my writing then you might expect this anyway  😀

 

For all the Blogs I’ve read before

To join in with a poem prompt
Is always kinda fun
Yet sometimes I still draw a blank
Know where my time has gone

For if my mind is at a loss
and inspirations low
I often trawl the internet
or read through my fellow
writers blogs, their poetry,
smile at all their art
indulge myself in stories
catch up with the ‘next part’

I like to read the Darkside
Join Poetry 101
Catch up with what’s right
and see what’s going on

Take a lesson on life by Judy
Feel the beauty in Days of Stone 
See Dewin for epic adventure
Find Jarrod if feeling alone

I often learn new things from Mille 
Or sometimes I’m learning to cry
At times its exploring emotions
Or be whimsical just to say hi

I might enjoy freckles for breakfast
Want Bittersweet with some tea
Have a catch up with Vic for some music
Or be swept away by Ramsey 

For book reviews I read Higbee 
If short on time I see Blair
For 50 words I find Richard 
or go giggle at a bear 

For humour, I like Mara 
George is always fun
I like to see what Drew writes
and know what Paul has done

Moonskittles shows creativeness
Nadine explores the soul
I visit woods when wistful 
join in with joys of Joel 

Friday there’s a SoCS prompt,
By Laura I’m inspired
Tosha gives me art & sound
And Shida I admire

A riddle from the middle 
Can make me form a grin
A Mommas view shows what to do
Ashley explores within

For musical words visit Anja 
Al gives a good point of view 
Thoughts will be racing in Poesia
Moonworld has poetry too

Beautiful words lie on whispered winds
Verseherder has photo’s and facts
For escape from life have a crowned night
Now prepare for the final climax

To sail into adult waters
Peter will guide your way
For thoughts upon erotica
August will have something to say

Ava gives out naughty tips
Sweet Violet is online 
Life blooms from petals unfolding
Wet bliss is just divine

And these are just a handful
of blogs which I’d trade time
to read, and so no wonder
my hours got lost this rhyme

 

 

*Also if you are not included and I follow your blog don’t worry I still love your work, I just noticed the poem was getting rather too long and my eyes are needing matchsticks to keep them open. Keep writing and having fun with your words  🙂