writing


Guess I’ve joined the ranks of real writers now. I worked and worked on a piece that I submitted to a contest and didn’t make the finals. The dreaded rejection. Yes, I was pretty bummed. But the cool thing is that I’m in the middle of a giving upNanowrimo book and a few hours after not getting chosen I went back to writing. Guess that makes me a grown up. No tantrums. No eating a gallon of ice cream. I didn’t just pick up my pencils and go home, I jumped right back into the piece I’m working on.

I have no idea where my writing will take me or if I will ever be published; but I know I love putting words together to express a thought or tell a story. So, as one more rejection goes in the experience pile, I will move forward continuing to fine-tune my craft.

 

I’m hanging out in a coffee shop in an open lobby writing. It’s fun to be deep in my novel world while there is hustle and bustle all around me. I digress. This man walks by and I found myself in a quandary. It was his gate that bothered me. He didn’t just walk, but I can’t find the right word. It wasn’t as heavy as a plod or a lop. He had a swagger to him, but it wasn’t as arrogant as John Wayne. There was a positive energy to him and he was moving too fast to be a saunter.

Do you have some words to help me describe the manner that a man who is seemingly friendly and engaging would walk through a lobby?

Any thoughts?
Karen

magic hidesMore than I like sometimes my corporate communications work (that which pays the bills) gets in the way of my creative work. When on a deadline for a client, the work is very sterile and corporate. The only place for creativity is in problem solving for their messaging and how to push information out to those who need it when they need it.

Like a person who exercises regularly, after a few days of not creative writing (blog or novel drafting), I start getting a little twitchy — needing my writing fix.

This happened to me recently. By the time I got I broke free and sat down to write, I had so many ideas, it was hard to decide where to start. This is where my list came in handy. I keep a running list of blog ideas. Last night, I sat down with the goal of just getting words written. Four hundred and one words later, after some editing I posted, Pretend, Imagination and Other Lies, to KK’s Candor. It was a refreshing workout for my frustrated, tired brain. For the writer, this kind of exercise is as renewing for the writer as a good cardio workout is to the athlete. It opens our mind and frees our fingers to dance across the keyboard stretching our imagination and creating magic on the page.

It took me a couple of days to relax and unwind — but now I’m rolling again. Stay tuned…

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