Inspiration

Isn't if funny how there are some days that we are extremely inspired to "attempt" works of art, whether literary, poetic or paint driven. I want to be inspired all the time to write. I think about writing all day, about creating a whole new world that people can dive into. When I sit and look at my screen lately the only thing I can see is one scene from the story I'm "compelled" to write. The girl has a brown shirt and dark wash jeans. Brown hair and brown eyes. She's very plain...modern. She stands in the midst of a storm on a cliff. In her hand is a bottle of some type of potion/poison and she looks up into the sky and drinks it. Her face is filled with worry and I have no idea how she got there and why shes taking this potion. Nothing has been revealed to me. I suppose I need a moment to spend time with her before she will reveal herself completely...but I'm fascinated by her! My first thought is that shes drinking it to be somewhere else with someone..who knows!!! To be continued...hopefully! LOL

September 11

I know I know. It's not that time of the year. I was watching "Remember Me". What does Sept 11 represent to you? Where were you and what were you doing. I for one will start. I was taking a final exam in my first semester in college about a block away from Empire State Building  and I watched the first tower fall.

What it meant to me is that I always have to be on the lookout to see if this will happen again. It made me analyze every package felt alone while I wait for the 4 train. It made me consider people in general.

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Today is The New Da

Who would know that one day I would look brightly upon the sun. That I would notice the birds chirping and the breeze blowing. How long have I lived in the cave I built for myself, the one that drowned out every good thing that ever existed. Who said for me to do this....Who said life wasn't supposed to be enjoyable. I did. I imposed this self imprisonment. I told myself not to smell the flowers and notice the breeze. I shielded my eyes from the sun when it tried in vain to shine through my darkness, but...eventually there in nothing that the sun can't touch, that the breeze can't engulf...that the birds can't penetrate. I will receive all that is presented...I freed myself.

Me

I can't be stopped. I will succeed. I will no longer be defined by the way my hair blows in the wind or the color of my eyes. I will stand strong and beautiful. I wont falter and I am the key to my universe. I won't be stopped or moved.  I will take the world into my hand and embrace it, not being afraid of what it offers me. I am the New Woman. Not afraid to handle everything that comes my way, without doubt. I may shed a tear, but not because I'm scared or overwhelmed, but because I'm still a woman, just one who can trust herself to do more than ever thought possible.

Katy Perry...Really?

I must admit that people get their ideas from many different places.  I know that most people get them from dreams, but mine are filled with middle earth lately...since that's what I'm reading. Not to bad I might add! I think its so fun. I might not think so when the orcs come in hahahaha. Well listening to Katy Perry's new song E.T has really sparked something. I can't put my finger on it but I know its going to be big. I got one part of the story and how she looks and what the main Plot is....Not enough for the story YET. I'll keep you posted as I find out more myself!!! BTW I'm supposed to be working on my query and revising my Manuscript...not thinking of other stories! SMH

Great site for wanting to market your book!

http://www.lifehack.org/articles/communication/ten-great-ways-to-promote-your-book.html

After I finished reading this post, it got the wheels turning. There are so many different ways to promote. Most of them include me getting outside myself...something I'm not really used to, but success has to be made with a determined spirit. I can face all challenges once I prepare myself!

Sometimes picture are better then words...no?

  Sometimes we need the light to shine through the darkness, but the thing is....how wonderful is the light that finally shines though. Sometimes I can't even find the words to describe the feelings I am having, but this picture is exactly what I would describe, if I did have the words at the time. Take a look and ponder it. Tell me what it means to you. I already know what it means to me, and judging from my previous posts, I'm sure all my followers (the millions! LOL) will understand me a bit more. Looking for your feedback.  Goodnight!!! <3

Ahh Yes work!

Who would have ever thought that so much went into writing...even little nuances like the usage of "a" instead of "the". Ahhh how research will turn my craft into something more polished and refined than I ever thought possible!  I'm learning to have a trained eye for everything grammatical!!! AND I love it!

Query Letters!!!

Oh boy I'm definitely suffering from information overload! Why do queries have to be such a darn complicated. I research and research and redo and redo. It's exhausting! BUT who ever said that writing was easy huh? I suppose I should just suck it up and forge ahead!!!! Steamrolling!

Mirror

I remember when I saw her first. She only appeared in the mirror. She looked strangely familiar but I couldn't recollect where I seen her last. All I could recognize is the pale unappealing face of mine that I seen in the mirror. Each day I looked and looked and seen her there, in the distance...vague. I squint in order for her face to reveal herself to me but it doesn't work. My face seems to drag on, each day paler and sadder then before. I'm breaking and I could feel it. A miraculous thing happened as I broke one day, as I shed my tears and wiped my face I looked in the mirror to see my blemishes and the girl was a bit clearer. I stared at her, trying to pinpoint her familiarity. I left the bathroom and continued on with my day. Every morning I repeated my despair and washed my face and everyday she became clearer and clearer until I looked into the mirror and it wasn't the sad despair that I wore on my face anymore. I recognized the girl in the background, she was close enough for me to see....she was me.

Shiny

I was once that shiny toy, you know the one that is revered and loved above all things. No that isn't me anymore. I'm the broken toy that was dropped over and over again. I begged to be cared for, to be coddled but that wasn't no where to be found. My shine started to dissipate. What was found was a careless box that I was placed me in. I lived in this box yearning for my shiny old self back, the one that had aspirations and whose smile could not be fade away, where the name on the bottom of my shoe wasn't wasted. Who was this shiny toy...I couldn't remember as time wore on and paint chipped off. Finally as I lay next to the other toys I thought of something different. Maybe I wasn't broken...maybe I was always the shiny toy...The more I thought I was shiny, my shine radiated until I realized I was never broken, only felt that way.

Old school poetry for my rant today! YES ITS A RANT! LOL

Love a child is ever crying,
Please him, and he straight is flying;
Give him, he the more is craving,
Never satisfied with having.


His desires have no measure,
Endless folly is his treasure;
What he promiseth he breaketh;
Trust not one word that he speaketh.


He vows nothing but false matter,
And to cozen you he'l flatter.
Let him gain the hand, He'll leave you,
And still glory to deceive you.


He will triumph in your wailing, 
And yet cause be of your failing;
These his virtues are, and slighter
Are his gifts, his favors lighter.


Feathers are as firm in staying,
Wolves no fiercer in their preying
As a child then leave him crying,
Nor seek him, so given to flying.

Read Daughter Read

Read daughter read I say as I hand her Alice and Wonderland. I want to impart on your the wonders that books bring to you. Open it up my love and explore the world that is played out before you. 
You don't want to?
Travel my love while you can. At the same time you can be stuck on a deserted Island as Robinson Crusoe, in the Palace of a prince when you are just a pauper or an Indian talking to a dolphin. Read daughter read transcend and become someone different....feel something different, enlighten yourself beyond measures. Make yourself wonder things you have never wondered before. Read.  

A writer idly working....Yes that sounds right!

The precipice: Cliffs of Dover

REJECTION LOL

So let me celebrate my FIRST rejection!! (Sure there will be more, that's the nature of the business!) Sooo to that bottles up and hands down LOL j/k!!! It's only strengthen my desire to seek representation. No one gets it on the first try!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fear that drives a woman wild

I have revived myself and I stand at the precipice looking down over the cliffs with my hair dangling in the wind. I may falter as I look down on the rocks of my memories and fear them, it keeps me sane. Sanity and fear drive me wild. Don't give me your long worded sorry with the promise of something good. Don't promise something that can never be given...rather accept, accept that chance can not be spoken but lived. Admit that life doesn't live through the words that you utter, but by the experiences that you give. I will not fall through...nor believe your utterances. I will stand in fear of what you proposing, though my fear is a safe haven. It shows me that I am still alive in this body that felt dead. 

Agents Agents Agents

The game of getting published! I wait, constantly looking at my inbox waiting for that...rejection letter? I have to keep a tough skin about this, forge ahead. I don't know how people do the "waiting for 10 weeks" as if their lives aren't going to change now that their characters might have a voice. I know it would change me. Not that I seek fame or riches. I just want my beloved characters to have a voice. So I'm calling the universe and all agents to my doorstep. I challenge them to knock!

Read "Dangerous Lover" by Lisa Marie Rice

Wow what a book. I mean I thought it was just a normal love story and I find out its genre "Erotica". HA! Well I was thinking of erotica from when I was a kid. Like you know...."I touched her breasts..." Type of thing. But instead I got raw unadulterated sex! I was able to keep with the story since it was so darn interesting! So I would say this book was a success. Steer clear if you get offended by the vulgar wording for female/male parts since its saturated with them! 

A sigh but not a breath of fresh air

   I look outside, gray clouds fill the sky. What am I looking for when I sit, staring blankly out the window. Am I looking for someone to take away the sorrow that fills my heart. The confusion I feel as my life crumbles around me. It will get better. People promise. What if it doesn't? What if the truth that everyone seeks from me isn't the truth at all. What if I'm happy with the way that life is crumbling down around me. It's the first time that I had some control over what happens in my life.

  The rain falls, it makes me feel like its about time that I can let the tears fall from my eyes. You know, the tears that I wouldn't allow to fall because it shows weakness at a time when I'm supposed to feel empowered. I am empowered though, what's the big deal with a release anyway. Staring blankly out, not seeing anything but feeling. Feeling the loneliness but liberation of taking my life back. Should I shed a tear...no it's not necessary. My life no longer needs the tears of the past to bring me forward. I will not be moved and I will not cry. Separation has liberated my inner most soul.