You Are Doing It

I read a great post on Chuck Wendig’s Terrible Minds blog (when does Wendig NOT have a great post on his blog?) about how whatever mental, emotional, physical issues hinder us, we’re all still real writers. Things hinder us. All of us. I’ve wanted to write this down for a while, and Chuck’s post exorcised it from my brain’s blog post silo… Are you a writer? You are writing. Your office is a mess, your desk is a mess, cobwebs taunt you from the corners of the room. Your inbox bulges with bills, conference paraphernalia, inspired notes, mad ramblings, phone messages, and receipts. But, you are writing. You are writing. You’ve got unfinished work, unqueried work, undeveloped ideas. You haven’t been published enough. You haven’t sold enough. You...

Retreatment

Before I launch into my blog post, I wanted to let you know of a release I have not had time to promote (see blog post). Just yesterday, Hydra House launched the ebook version of the Faerie Tales from the White Forest Omnibus (Vol 1). It features the first 3 books in my White Forest series in one collection. The print version will be released Sept 15. It’s really beautiful, too, and I’m so grateful to HH for putting it together.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ RETREAT : movement away from a place or situation especially because it is dangerous, unpleasant, etc. : a place of privacy or safety :  refuge : a period of group withdrawal for prayer, meditation, study, or instruction under a director   I just got off the phone with...

Writing Life: Present Beauty

A fellow poet once said to me that he admired another poet friend of ours, because he genuinely lived his life, and looked at life, through the eyes of a poet. Which means, he stayed in the present. Writing (and other art forms) focuses us in on the present moment. As human beings out in the world, though, we are often inside of our heads, fretting about the past or future, rather than where we are right in the moment. I’ve been in the practice lately of trying to catch myself when I am not present, when my thoughts have carried me elsewhere. I stop and look around the room or bus or sidewalk at the other people to see where they are. I note what’s around me. The colours and shadows, the expressions and tones, the way someone moves, or how...

Authors of Indie Presses #3: Money is Good.

Many years ago, when I was a young poet, I adopted a “starving artist” mentality. To me, there was something romantic in it all. Creatively stretching small amounts of cash and haunting thrift stores. Running poorly-funded literary events and holding potlucks during the holidays. I realized later that having money isn’t evil, that it can breed its own kind of romance, and, in fact, can be pretty useful. Money is the flow of energy. It’s thanking someone for their work, their time, their skill. It’s being able to treat the ones I love to our little luxuries. It’s buying creative time. I live a fairly low-maintenance life. I have my simple luxuries (good food, good wine, staying on the beach on B.C.’s Sunshine Coast). But...

Coming Down for a Landing All Over the Place (AKA Peek-a-Boo What’s Up With You?)

Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. I feel completely out of touch with anything outside of my immediate reach. I know more about what’s going on in my imaginary world then I do in the “real” world. A whirlwind came, and when the whirlwinds come, things get “back burnered” because let’s face it, we can’t do it all. This time it was the blog on the back burner while I gallivanted through my days of full-plateness. Hello, again, you! How have you been? I’m experimenting with how language affects mental state. I used to say I was “overwhelmed,” but I’ve recently changed that to “whirlwinded,” because that sounds a bit more pleasant. Like, “Oooh, my European book tour was a whirlwind...