Writing is a blood sport, I think. I’m hemorrhaging ink! Anyone got another pen?
Even the smallest of gardens holds a little magic.
My fuzzy inspiration is now 7 years old. That’s a whole lot of mischief managed. You can blame all of my snarky cat characters on him.
Love ya, furball.
I took the youngest kiddo out to the Salt River today to see the result of the water releases from Granite Reef Dam. We saw hummingbirds, bees, cormorants, and burrowing owls. And water, lots of water.
We all have our preferred quirks and methods for getting into the writing mood, but there are a few general things that writers can use to get into that long-term word-smithing disposition.
Try one or all of them to get the creative juices flowing.
Writers tend to be introverts. Many authors are introverts who’ve learned to talk to strangers. I’m a writer now, but I want to be an author. This isn’t going to be easy.
Warning: This isn’t one of my typical feel-good posts. I debated not posting it at all, to be honest, because it seems so different from my usual message of “Be true to yourself and just keep moving forward.”
That’s not to say this post is irrelevant. It’s very relevant to me and others who share similar experiences. It’s a part of who I am as much as the happy-go-lucky stuff is.
I need to share this. Why? Well, because it’s something that… Well, let’s just say it’s eating at me.