Inner Fire

On those nights when it’s the darkest

There’s no light within your eyes.

All your hope has faded

And the tears will never dry.

That’s the time to regain focus

To close your eyes and breathe

And calm your mind and your soul

To reclaim what is underneath.

Center yourself, and you will see it.

A tiny burning spark.

Your ember of inner fire

That can still conquer the dark.

Let it draw you to it.

Like a moth to proverbial flame.

It will never hurt you.

But you won’t ever be the same.

Once the fire consumes you and

The flames extinguish your tears

The strength you feel will overcome

Those troubles you’ve had for years.

Keep those eyes closed tight and watch

All the negativity burn away

Let your entire self become the light

And wake to a brand new day.

Guys! You Gotta See This!

I fell in love with this piece of writing the moment I read it and had to share it with more people.

Over-sensitive is an understatement. Sometimes it’s hard to function. Like those days when every human interaction is as tense as tracing the edge of a razor. Conversation is nightmarish. Each rhetorical intonation is internalized. Analyzed. Immediately personalized. Muscles ache from muted intensity. Posture reflects defeat, bowing with hollowed fatigue. Somatic torture of the soul. Believing […]

via Each Day, Try Again — The Brass

Illness Driven Creativity

As of today, I’m slowly crawling back to my daily life. My cold turned into bronchitis and put me in bed for the better part of the weekend. I haven’t wanted to do much of anything except falling asleep watching television. But something weird seems to happen to me when I get sick. When I’m falling asleep, or after I have, my creativity seems to blossom and I come up with some of the craziest story ideas. I’ll return to wakefulness and it’s like a bookshelf of stories waiting to be written. So as I’m recovering from my illness I’ve wrapped myself in a blanket of new characters, ideas, and storylines that are driving my recovery. I’m curious to hear if this happens to any of my readers. Does illness bring a creative burst into your lives as well?

Lunar Lessons

Full Moon


Writers are like the moon.

Orbiting the worlds they create.

Controlling the ebb and flow

Of what happens below.


I thought this was going to be a longer poem but it didn’t go anywhere and after fighting what I thought it should be, I realized that this was how it was always going to be, short and sweet. Working on this blog and writing on a more regular basis I find myself learning a lot about my writing process. Maybe, I have so many unfinished poems, in my metaphorical attic, because I’m trying to force them to be something they’re not. I have a tendency to start a poem and immediately lock in a style and cadence and I have a hard time breaking out of that box.  Even this poem shows that in the line “Controlling the ebb and flow.” I’m trying to control the flow of my writing when I need to learn to just let it be what it wants to be.

Writer’s Resource: A+ Writing Prompts

I have an app on my phone called “A+ Writing Prompts” which I love and I wasn’t sure how well known it was among writers so I thought I’d write about it today. The app has numerous features but I’m going to focus on the different writing exercises it offers.

The first option is called “Sketches” it offers a genre suggestion, types of writing and objects to include. For example, I got “foreign” as a genre, “55 word story” as a type of writing, and “a pretzel, an amulet, and a test tube” as objects to write about. I’m not sure how “foreign” can be a genre but I’m assuming it means to write about a foreign country, foreign land, something unknown, etc.  The following passage is what I came up with.

I have been confined to this strange cell for days now. I know I am near death and the only thing I have left is a charm bracelet my mom had given me. On it is a pretzel, an amulet and a test tube. I had hoped to see her again but know that’s impossible.

The second option is called “Scenes” and it offers a place, a character, an object, and a mood or a time/date or weather. For example, today I got “the other side of a mirror” as a place, a “marine biologist” as a character, “cheese and crackers” as an object, and “cold” as weather.

The wealthy marine biologist could hear the burglars ransacking his house right on the other side of the mirror. He is hidden in his safe room with plenty of cheese and crackers so he knew he wouldn’t go hungry. He did wish he had remembered to put a heater in there because it was coming down to deciding between staying safe and freezing to death or taking his chances with the intruders in his house.

The third option within the app is called “Texts” and gives ideas to expand on such as “A gift is left on the back porch.”

Mary was disappointed. She had had a wonderful birthday with her favorite cake and a few presents but she hadn’t gotten what she really wanted. A few weeks earlier she had seen a pink scooter at the store that she had fallen in love with. She had left hints around the house about it since then and was hoping her parents would understand. Mary knew her parents didn’t have enough money to buy the scooter but she had been hoping for a miracle.

“Honey?” her mom said from the other room. “I think there’s one more present for you on the back porch.”

Mary’s head snapped up and she jumped up and ran to the back door and opened it. She got her miracle and it was wrapped with a giant purple bow.

The fourth option is called “Words” and like its name suggests it offers several words to include in a piece of writing. Today I got “parsimonious,” “spectacular,” “wing,” “chain,” and “same.”

The parsimonious woman was loathe to spend her money on something so spectacular. She was on vacation and had gone to a local craft fair and spotted this wing pendant on a silver chain and had fallen in love with it. Every feather was highlighted with different colored beads and the intricacy of the piece took her breath away. She pulled out her money and paid for it. Feeling satisfied she made her way further down the fair where she saw the same pendant in several other stalls for much less than she had paid. Angry at being taken, she ripped the necklace off and threw it in the trash.

The fifth option is called “Headline.” This one is very interesting because it offers real headlines from current news. You can write about them before you look at the article or just read the article. Today, the one I got was “Lagos Art Lovers Get Chance to Bid for Long-lost Masterpiece Found in London.”

They had travelled over 3,000 miles from the Northwest coast of Africa to the bustling city of London for a chance to bid on it. The two art historians had studied to piece in books for years and never thought it would be seen again. It had been lost to time for over 500 years. The painting had reached an almost legendary status in the art world. Then six months ago during restoration of a cathedral in Wales, a worker had knocked out a wall and found a hidden room. Among the treasures in the room was the painting. Now, it was up for auction and they had come to see it.


I’ve been using the app for a while now and I can’t believe the variety and different combinations of words and ideas it has to write about. It has made my brain hurt sometimes with some of the words I have had to put together but the challenge of that has been a great deal of fun at the same time. I hope you will check the app out and share what you create with me.

My January 28th Resolution, Just Because I Can.

For the past two days I have sat at the computer looking at that taunting blinking cursor and haven’t been able to write anything I felt was worth saving or posting. Just a long series of typing sentences only to push that dreaded delete button of defeat. In order to cope with this, I’ve decided that my creativity has simply gone on vacation without telling me. Right now, it’s probably sitting beach side in the Caribbean somewhere sipping cocktails and checking on its tan. Who can blame my creativity for skipping town, it’s been a cold winter and I’ve been overworking it a tad lately trying to post something every day. It’s been interesting working on this blog, the things I’m already learning about my writing style and habits. One thing I’ve realized over the past couple of days is that I can’t push myself to create something every day. I can already feel twinges of dread when I sit down to write and that’s the last thing I want to have happen. Here we are on January 28th and I’m making a new writing resolution. I’m taking the pressure off myself to post something daily so I can focus on creating quality posts that I actually feel proud to let you all read. So, upward, onward, and forward I go, as soon as my creativity decides to come back from where ever it has gone on vacation. And it better have brought me a souvenir.

Loathe the Spoken. Love the Written. Part Two

So, what’s your tale, Nightingales? Today I want to discuss the other side of the coin. As much as I find myself loathing the spoken word, that is how much I love the written word. The scope of its power and ability to move us in unexpected ways. From a young age, I have always loved to read. At any given time, I am usually reading several books at the same time. Needless to say the invention of the Kindle has cleared a great deal of space on my bedside table. One thing my family says about my reading habits is that I don’t have one specific genre that interests me. I love fiction, history, science, biographies, nature, and pretty much everything else. I’m a lifelong learner so I crave new information about different subjects. I love getting lost in a good story with characters whose fictitious lives become as real to me as my own. I still remember reading “Little Women” for the first time and weeping when Beth died. A good story shifts a reader’s world and makes them feel unbalanced about their place in it. That is what I want my writing to do, move people, make them feel ways about things that are unexpected and make them question the world. Maybe that is why I put so much pressure on myself to create perfect writing. But that’s a catch-22 in and of itself. There is no such thing as a perfect story to the author. I’m sure Mark Twain would still find things to change in his books and they are deemed classics. Reading for me is a pleasure and a joy whereas writing I find to be a challenge that is addicting. Always chasing the perfect word or phrase to describe something. Or perfecting a segment of dialogue that advances the story in an unforeseen way. When my brain makes the right connections or a spark of inspiration takes my writing in a wholly new direction it is a high like no other. It is why I keep pushing myself forward in my creative endeavors to make people feel something and so I can feel that rush of inspiration. There is simply nothing better in the world like it. Well, maybe one thing…. Until tomorrow, I hope you are all having a creative day where ever you are. <3