What else is there to in a storm but dance? 1/2
What do you do to break yourself out of your comfort zone while writing? How do you speak of characters beliefs as they exist within them and not you?
***COVER REVEAL*** *
Release Date: May 15, 2018
Ladies! Are you ready to meet the Hot & Hunky Dr. Brendan Hopkins? *
If all my doctors looked like Dr. Brendan Hopkins, I'd have appointments every week.
Since the death of my husband, life hasn't been the same. I've been busy trying to raise two children and turn a failing business into a success which leaves me with no time to date. Besides, I'm not sure if there are any men looking to date a widow with two children anyways.
But, I am sure of one thing my vibrator needs a break!
Even though a one night stand is not something I'm totally into, Dr. Brendan Hopkins is. But, can we keep it casual without letting our hearts get involved?
Why waste time on love or just one woman?
Ecspecially when there are so many women for me to indulge in, and this sexy curvacious woman from the gym that I've noticed eyeing me. She could be the perfect rebound chick. After my ex-fiancee walked out on me, I vowed to never let my heart get involved with another woman. But Marissa, she's not just any woman I've known from the very beginning. But I made a promise to myself, and I'm not going back on it now. #amwritingromance #indieauthor #amwriting #romancenovel #amazon #authorsofinstagram #authorlife #bookreader #urbanbooks #authorconfession #paperback #naetbloss #bookshelf #writingcommunity #writingcommunityofinstagram #goodreads #kindle #preorder #amediting #booklovers #bookfanatic #storytelling #storyteller
This one is for the personal collection 🤗
i will wait for you
- a new poem
- ‘Brazil Fazenda’ up for bat. I liked this better than the ‘Blueberry Dream’ from yesterday. Blueberry Dream sounds like a marijuana strain, not coffee roast. The Brazil Fazenda had tastes of cocoa and praline. I’d order this one again.
day 24: favorite purple prose quote. JRR Tolkien gets a lot of flack for his purple prose quotes (fun fact: it may have cost him the Nobel prize) but there is no denying his writing is beautiful. Here is an excerpt from The Hobbit. “Indeed for a long time they could get nothing more out of him, he was so busy sending smoke-rings dodging round the pillars of the hall, changing them into all sorts of shapes and colours, and setting them at last chasing one another out of the hole in the roof.” This is only the first half of the paragraph describing the smoke rings. Unfortunately, it doesn’t develop character or advance the plot. However, it is wonderfully descriptive and paints a picture in your mind.
fairytale or retelling author
(I think these days got a little mixed up but almost everyday is flatlay Friday over here 😂)
translate/non-English my German song book thrift store find
🙋🏻♀️ How old were you when you started reading? Too young to remember.
🙋🏻♀️ Who introduced you to the world of books? My parents
🙋🏻♀️ How many books do you read a month? About 3
🙋🏻♀️ Do you belong to a book club? No but I’m working on joining one
🙋🏻♀️ Do you have any book related hobbies? Writing, bookstagram, and watching booktube
most difficult scene to write. Probably the death scene I have coming up 😭
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I spent the morning volunteering at the local thrift store. My motivations were somewhat selfish, I wanted to get first dibs on some of the cool vintage goods that come in. Not gonna lie, I had a motive. ....
But I was also curious. I wanted to see the goods in their context of delivery. To see the items before they’d been removed from that context.
I wanted to wander through the stories of a thrift store in a town where the average population is 80+ years old. The history that dwells in the RVs and trailers that dot this town is mind blowing. History that reaches back to times of homesteading and settlers. History that reaches back to the Wild West. ....
Stories of items that are left behind. ......
Left behind because they’re no longer necessary. Left behind because they’re no longer usable. Left behind because the owner is longer on this Earth. ......
Left behind. That’s what I spent the morning sifting through and it was fascinating. .......
One particular task I was given is still lingering.
Click the link in my bio for the full story......
am i in your way again? excusez-moi.
WRITING SESSION 🍷 ░ I am leaving for Spain in 4 days now (woooo) and I CANNOT WAIT because I desperately need some time away, to take a step back and rethink life as I chose to lead it a little. It's been quite tough for me lately, but at least the good aspect of it is that my novel editing is flourishing and it's the only thing I manage to create brain space for at all. This, and nothing else. Café work and freelance life have had me more exhausted physically and mentally than ever and I am wondering more and more if I have chosen the right path. If the freelance/entrepreneur life is really for me or not, because it can hinder my creativity and novel work a lot at times. And my overall self and spiritual work and flourishing. I feel like being an open book at the moment just because I find myself in this situation where I just can't keep lying to myself, it seems like. You know, we always say to ourselves "whatever, dont think about it, you're doing/being/feeling fine". Well, these days some harsh truths about my actual professional happiness keep slamming me in the face and it does NOT feel nice. I mean, with all the time I spend on it I should at least feel happy and like it holds meaning for me, right? And I believe in what my dreams and intuition have been screaming to me lately, which is basically to run and take some time off and think everything through. Reset for a whille. Think about whether I still love what I do, if it's all temporary feelings linked to exhaustion and all the pain is ultimately worth it, or if I actually have to take a new path, something I have been considering for a few months now, and in regards to which the universe has been sending me quite a few signs too.... I'm not sure, but it's okay, and it will be alright, right? I'll always have writing ❤ and taking some time to think never hurt anyone 🙂
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Try to get some rest this weekend! See if you can write a verse or chapter from bed. Take it easy and let your mind wander, you may stumble into some inspiration!
(This has plagued me all day, the idea of putting this here, but my mum's day is nearly over. and the significance will die at midnight. So I ship it, and I concern myself in the sharing. I hope I don't upset anyone's sensitivities. If you think you may be troubled by this tale, STOP HERE.
She, however, would've given her full permission for its release, and she would've asked for the handwritten draft to fold as small as her numb fingers would allow, then stuff into a purse pocket, for keeps. This one woman taught me not to be scared of my reality, to feel its intensity. I have been wise enough to heed her teaching, and here I am—scared and strong and weak and jealous and guilty. Happy birthday mum. Fresh tears could fall!)
RUNNING WITH THE RAZOR BLADE
I remember mum running her razor blade over her white wrist, adding more and more shallow, soon-to-be-red slashes.
I stood amongst it all in grey school shorts, with weak, sweet tea in a cup and saucer and Rich Tea biscuits to dip in it.
I thought about the spaceman story that the teacher had read to the class that afternoon, and I thought of Christopher, who always wet himself on the hard school floor at story-time. (He'd sit there sobbing afterwards, cross-legged in his puddle, legs stinging and red.)
I understood mum's 'bad nerves' and the cutting that was her release. My understanding surpassed my years. I could afford myself mundane thoughts of adventure whilst I tended her with my eyes. Perhaps it was some sort of safety mechanism—for me to escape in fantastical rocket ships.
On another day I drew space rockets in pencil and planned great missions in the graphite ship I'd created. I did all of this while sitting proud by her side. Bandages were still wrapped from her elbow to hand, fastened with small 'safety' pins.
Everyone had safety pins then. Under their sink. In some cupboard. Little pots of haberdashery. Darning bits. So were those days.
I’ve written over 66,000 words this month to get to this point. It has been a struggle. It has been exhausting. There were days that I forced myself to sit down and write. There were days that I just couldn’t write. But I kept persevering to hit my goal for this month with a week to spare. It’s not just about a number, though, and I have made leaps and bounds in my story, getting closer to the end with every sentence. I’m not there yet, and there’s still a lot to do, but this month, and this number, is a wonderful start.
Pickup from amoeba. So cool to find this in the wild 🐯 Stoked to add this to my growing video game vinyl collection.
If you ever want to feel bad as a writer and know you will never be as good at storytelling as Kojima, go ahead and play this game 😂😩😭 or maybe that's just me 😁 there's also a cool radio drama overseen by Kojjma and written by Suda51 and Kojima voices the little robot ITS ADORABLE. There's a fan translated version for free online to listen to and I highly recommend it. Cyberpunk detective noir written by Suda with cameo acting by Kojima. What are you waiting for?!?