Writing a poetry book is not as glamorous as I anticipated it to be. I’ve been writing poetry for decades, verses jotted down when emotions run too high. Poetry comes to me in fits of rage, holes of depression, fleeting moments of lust, times of loss, sorrow, self-reflection. Most of the time, inspiration comes during…
Category: Inspiration
The Done List: Recording your wins
Honestly, a lot of times, the Done List looks different than my mental To Do list that I had in the morning, but that’s okay. As a result, I put words on paper, stop the self flagellation (okay, at least mitigate it a bit), and appreciate the addition to my day.
Write On Cowgirl: When life stops your writing
I have a confession to make. I haven’t written a single word in my novel in about five or six weeks. The short version is, life happened. But now I’ve got that writing bug—bad. I’m getting the shakes, man. Yet somehow, it is so intimidating to get back into it—where do I start when I…
It’s okay to make money writing
The idea of only writing because you love it pops up in writer conversations all the time. The ideal is usually spewed by someone who has been writing for decades with nominal success. The frustration and disappointment are palpable. “Real writers would write whether they were making money or not.” Let’s get this straight: I’ve…
Share your disappointments
Let’s not be afraid to share our rejections and disappointments.
Moms–Your dreams are important too
Moms Who Write don’t just wake up one day and say, Hey…I’m going to be a writer! For most of us, these dreams are seeded almost before we can speak. So why now? Because moms have dreams too– and they are important. I have always had stories running through my head, but it wasn’t until…
Writing as a Mental Health Tool
My writing has been an extension of my thought life since I was a kid. When solutions or situations are hard to understand in my head, I can put them into a document, and suddenly they feel clearer. I write out responses or thoughts or ideas — not only for other people, but so I…
Writing in the rain
Stories were my escape. They were my comfort blanket, my best friend. Words on a page were more precious to me than toys or my favorite dresses. I collected notebooks like they were priceless jewels—filling them to capacity and begging for more.
When we need community most
It’s really easy to believe that your words don’t matter. That you’re too busy and there just isn’t time. That it’s just too hard right now. And maybe it is. Or maybe we just need to know that we aren’t alone and that there are hands on our backs.
You wrote today
You wrote today. Even if it doesn’t feel like it. You wrote and you rewrote on the pages of your mind. Your story is marinating there becoming a little richer and flavourful with every minute you can spare a thought for it. Let it marinate a little longer, dear friend.