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Words on Wednesday – Introduce Yourself

Welcome to the first Words on Wednesday!

Each month* I will post an optional topic, but you can write about whatever you like as long as it is about writing in some way. This includes promoting your work!

The first topic is Introduce Yourself.

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About Me:

  • I’ve been writing since I was five years old. I was a prodigy – my very first poem went: There’s a rainbow in the sky; Oh I do, do wonder why.
  • I wrote my first story when I was ten years old. It was about a preteen girl volunteering in the hospital and meeting a girl in her late teens who was dying of leukemia.
  • I wrote a lot of poetry in high school. It was a form of self-therapy for my undiagnosed depression.
  • Four years ago I began working on a memoir about adopting my daughters through foster care. I’ve been revising (does it ever end?) and have begun working on my proposal.

I love to write because it gets everything on the inside, on the outside. The paper is kind of like the pensieve from Harry Potter, and the words are my memories.

OK, now it’s your turn…

When you have written your words, click on the linkup button to add your post. It’s that easy!

I hope… I haven’t actually tried it yet.  Note: WordPress does not support a linkup plugin so please follow the Linky Tools link below to add your post. 

My most beneficial experience as a writer has been building my writing community on Scribophile and Twitter.

This is the reason I created the Words on Wednesday linkup.

With that in mind, please read and comment on at least one other post (suggest the one linked up before yours). Of course, your writing community will grow faster if you visit more than one blog in the linkup. And sharing the linkup with your writing friends is another great way to grow our community.

If you have any questions, please send me a message.

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* This may become weekly after the kids are back in school.

Linkup · Writing and Blogging

Words on Wednesday – A Linkup for Writers

Writers are an odd bunch hovering between the lines of creativity and madness. I’ve found through the 4+ years I’ve been writing my memoir that a supportive writing community is crucial.

 

To that end, I was thinking of starting a weekly (or monthly?) linkup for writers.  

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Here are some topic ideas:

  • A writing prompt
  • A poem, short story, or your other writing
  • Joys and challenges of being a writer
  • Advice and information about writing
  • Information about events (contests, classes, open submissions)
  • Writing resources
  • Reviews on books about writing
  • Interviews with writers, agents, etc.
  • Anything having to do with writing

Are you interested?

Writing · Writing Prompts

New Years Writing Resolutions

Happy New Year!

I have many New Year’s resolutions, one of which is to utilize writing prompts more often.

I’ve been saving writing prompts on my Pinterest page for over a year now.

My favorite writing prompt site is right here on WordPress – Promptuarium. In fact, if you check out my Pinterest page, many of my prompts are pinned directly from there.

Promptuarium, if you are reading this, where do you get all your ideas?!

Writing prompts have blocked my writer’s block and helped my words flow. Not always good words, but we writers know perfection is creativity’s enemy.

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Start out your New Year with a challenge to be more creative and accountable.

Consider creating your own writing prompt (see mine) or selecting one from Pinterest or a webpage.

Make it an extra challenge and use a writing prompt from a genre you normally wouldn’t.

Writing

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Below is a poetic form called  Golden Shovel. I’ve experimented with this form before and really like it.

The following is a poem I wrote for my mother. She loves the poem, Warning, more commonly referred to as When I’m an old woman, I shall wear purple.

The line I’m using is, you guessed it, When I’m an old woman, I shall wear purple.

 

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40-YEARS-YOUNG
~ after Jenny Joseph

attitude-not-ageI never imagined WHEN
my 40th birthday came, that I
would play drums on the dashboard; I AM
certain I thought AN
average, middle-aged woman was OLD

But I feel like a young WOMAN
at heart, and I
am convinced I SHALL
always dance in the kitchen doing dishes and WEAR
polka dots the color of PURPLE

Musings and Personal · Writing

Perfection Kicked to the Curb

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I’ve been wanting to post here every Wednesday and on Born in My Heart every other Thursday.

Obviously, that hasn’t been happening.

My inner perfectionist is standing in the way. She doesn’t want any mistakes in the blog posts, any self doubt.

I need to kick shut her up or I won’t get anything done!

Here is a poem inspired by my thoughts of being a writer, sans inner critic.

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I breathe words

and speak forbidden tales

I hear voices of creation

nestled in my heart

I taste bittersweet ideas

that melt into sentences

I strive to touch hearts

with the subtle details

Inky blood runs in my veins

dripping onto paper

I am a writer

*My inner critic was trying to tell me I couldn’t post this until I created a title. Guess what I told her…

Musings and Personal · Writing

How Real Life Influences Writing

I’ve been noticing everyday things that have in turn created stories in my mind.

And, aside from my memoir, I’ve been thinking about how real life influences writing.

Many of my stories are inspired by fantasies of lives I wanted to live. Others are triggered by seeing something that takes my brain on a wild scavenger hunt to dig up details about what I’ve seen, and then turn it into a story.

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When I was driving home the other week, I saw a man on the side of the road. He was sitting on one of those lush patches businesses pay to overwater so they’re bright green, created to divide the business complex from the sidewalk and street.

He had white, messy hair and a backpack sitting next to him. I thought perhaps he was homeless. What brought this man from His Life to This Life?

My writing brain kicked into overdrive and I began imaging things that brought this man to his current situation. Perhaps it would make a good short story or piece of flash fiction?

Then, as I passed him, all thoughts of my story halted.

I had misjudged what I’d seen from a distance.

  • He wasn’t a man but a middle-aged woman.
  • Her hair wasn’t messy, in the traditional sense. It looked like she tried to blow out curls, which didn’t quite work, and she was left with a puffy head of hair reminiscent of the eighties.
  • Her clothes were clean and in good condition.

My entire story changed.

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I began to wonder why this woman was sitting on the side of the road. Her presence made sense when I thought she (he) was homeless. It made sense to see a homeless person sitting with a backpack on the side of the road, no destination in mind, nowhere else to go. Why wouldn’t he sit down on the side of a busy street in the grass?

But what about her story? Was it something as dramatic as leaving an abusive relationship? Or something is bland as getting tired on her walk and choosing this place to sit down?

Was she a writer like me, looking for a good story? Perhaps her backpack contained a notebook and pen, but she hadn’t pulled it out yet.

Did she see me driving in my dusty Mazda 5 and wonder about my story?

Musings and Personal · Writing and Blogging

Dishes of Writer’s Block

This is the fourth post I’ve started, unable to finish the previous three. I guess I have writer’s block.  writers-block

  • I should do the dishes
  • I should toss in a load of laundry
  • I should mop the kitchen
  • I should pick up the house
  • I should

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Perhaps the writer’s block is my subconscious telling me to get off my lazy butt and clean.

I hate cleaning.

But I love my family so I will go do it.
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2015 Book Blogger Love-A-Thon Questionnaire

I am taking part in a Book Blogger Love-A-Thon.  I don’t know much about it aside from it runs February 21 through February 22.  The first thing is a About Me type questionnaire.

1. What’s your name?
My name is Lynn.

2. Where in the world are you blogging from?
I’m in Carmichael, a suburb of Sacramento.  I’m typing away at the antique piano desk in my Writing Room

3. How did you get into blogging in the first place?
I created this blog to accompany my memoir:  Born in My Heart:  A Bittersweet Adoption Blessing.  At a writer’s conference last week I learned this is called a platform.  🙂

4. How did you come up with your blog name?
It was originally the same title as my book; however, I wanted to blog about more than my book so I changed it.  Written Reflections seemed a more accurate description and it flowed nicely, so I went with it!

5. What genre do you read and review the most on your blog?
As of yet, I haven’t reviewed any books on my blog.  I enjoy reading chick lit by British authors and memoirs.  When I read a book that I love, I often “binge” on that author until I’ve read them all.

6. What other types of posts do you do on your blog, apart from reviews?
I blog about my experiences as a foster-adopt mother, which includes foster child adoption advocation.  I blog about day-to-day experiences with a creative twist.  I blog thoughts and feelings and general musings.

7. Best blogging experience so far?
I had some great comments on a blog about my memoir.  I’ve only been blogging about a month so I’m still a newbie.

8. Favorite thing about the blogging community?
Getting to know other people from all around the world, their differences and similarities.

9. Name the 5 books you’re most excited for this 2015!

1. The Melody Lingers On by Mary Higgins Clark
2. Host by Robin Cook
3. None of the Above by I.W. Gregorio
4. The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls (I know it’s not a new book but it was recommended by my book club.)
5. The stories in my writer’s group

10. What’s an underrated book or series that you think everyone should read?
Hmmmm, have to think about that one…

11. Which book boy or girl would be your book BFF?
I always thought CC Bloom from Beaches by Iris Rainer Dart would be an awesome best friend.

12. Apart from reading, what are your other hobbies or interests?
I love to write and am currently trying my hand at poetry that isn’t inspired by teenage angst.  I love jigsaw puzzles and Sudoko.  I like to bake with my kids.  Travel is a passion of mine but is on hold until the kiddos are older.

13. Apart from book shopping, what else do you like shopping for?
Honestly, I don’t do much book shopping – I am a library lover!  What I do love to purchase, however, are clothes from consignment shops, especially local, charity-driven ones.  I always get great deals!

14. At a party, the DJ suddenly changes the song – and it’s your song. What song would be playing?
You Spin Me Around by Dead or Alive.  Honestly, any 80s music would have me shaking my tail feathers.

15. Pick out either a book you want turned into a film/TV show, or a film/TV show you want turned into a book.
I love reading books that were made into movies, even though they generally are not nearly as good.  At this point I can only think of books that were made into movies and I really wish they hadn’t been.

Musings and Personal

It’s all Uphill from Here

February 12, 2015

I raced around the hotel with manic jitters the first day of the San Francisco Writers Conference.  Honestly, I wasn’t nervous about the conference itself (yet).  My misgivings centered around navigating the BART (Bay Area Regional Transit).  Directionally-challenged and anxiety-prone when traveling unfamiliar roads alone, adrenaline coursed through my veins.

Problem #1:  I was not coordinated enough to slip the ticket in the BART machine and pull it out at the same time I walked through the briefly open barrier.  (See Pitching Forward in A Pitch to read how this seemingly easy movement is a challenge for me.)

Problem #2:  I was going to walk the half mile to the Mark Hopkins Hotel.  I had been there only once prior, and my husband drove.

  • I reserved a shuttle to the BART station and got there in plenty of time.  Success #1.
  • I found the ticket area and paid.  Success #2.
  • I didn’t make it through the turnstile and had to ask the attendant for a wave through the handicap pass.  Fail #1.
  • With the help of a girl 15 years younger, I found the correct BART line to take into the city.  Success #3.
  • Note:  This young woman was a 21st century version of myself.  She wore ear buds and read an article on her phone.  Her backpack was slung casually over her shoulders and she wore a hip San Francisco outfit.  She had a piercing hanging from her lip.  (Mine was a more modest belly button.)
  • I accessed the GPS on my phone before I left the station.  Success #4.
  • I followed the cheerful GPS voice.  Success #5.
    • Note:  My internal navigation system is so horrible I even get lost with GPS.  My phone routinely tells me “proceed to the route.” I swear her calm computer voice has a tinge of frustration at times.

If only I had known this whole time that the uncertainty I focused on was nothing compared to what lay ahead.  I knew the Mark Hopkins was at the top of a hill but I had NO idea how much of an understatement that was!

  • The first block had a gradual incline.  My heart pounded but I made it up and through the traffic light without pause.
  • The next block was significantly steeper.  I slowed down a bit.  My breath became more labored as I felt the effects of the incline.  I hoped the approaching traffic light was red.  I needed to catch my breath but didn’t want to look like the out-of-shape mother I am.  No such luck.
  • Next block and I swore I was walking vertical.  I decided to stop at the next traffic light even if it wasn’t red.  I desperately needed to catch my breath, which escaped from my open lips at an alarming rate.  I lucked out – the light was red.
  • I continued when the light turned green.  The incline of the sidewalk seemed even steeper and I wondered how that was possible.  In slow motion I pulled myself upward and onward, passed on the left by San Francisco natives.  (Ever notice there are no obese people in San Francisco?)  I was sluggish and afraid my legs would give out.  I stopped in the middle of the block.  I didn’t care if everyone thought I was pathetic. Sweat trickled down my back.  I repeatedly thanked God for the deodorant in my bag. I forced myself to begin again.
  • At the next block I got excited.  I could not see any more hills!  Did this block end at the Mark Hopkins?!  Am I almost there?!!  It looked like a hotel building on the right side where the road leveled off.  I got a second wind and picked up my pace.  I eagerly anticipated the hotel’s air conditioning.  I approached the stoplight and saw I was woefully wrong.  It was an illusion because of the sidewalk’s nearly ladder-like position.  Depressed, I leaned against the nearest building.  I rested through two red lights then begrudgingly went on.
  • Perhaps this one was the last.  Nope.  The hills of San Francisco mocked me and I wanted to give them the middle finger.  This time I stopped two times on my trek to the top.  I prayed my pacemaker battery would hold out until I reached the hotel and collapsed.
  • I started the next block.  I could not look up anymore.  I focused on putting one foot in front of the other.  I approached the top and looked up.  I saw a small set of stairs with a railing.  Could this be?  No, I won’t get my hopes up… YES, YES IT WAS THE HOTEL!

I quickly slipped into the hotel’s restroom.  I went into a stall and freshened my pits.

Praise God, I made it!