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Words on Wednesday – Share Your Writing Success

Welcome to Words on Wednesday, a link up for writers on the first Wednesday of each month.

For each link up, I post an optional topic, but you can write about whatever you like as long as it pertains to writing in some way. This includes promoting your work!

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The optional topic for today’s Words on Wednesday optional topic is to share your writing success. It can be as huge as signing on with one of the Big Five or as small as receiving a compliment on your work.

Okay, I admit I chose this month’s topic to toot my own horn.

But let me back up. Recently, I’ve been feeling pretty discouraged about my writing. I assume other writers are like me – either positive they’re writing the next best seller or they don’t think Mother Teresa would compliment their work.

But then I got an offer to become part of the Conscious Talk Magazine family, which is a new online magazine.

This was a badly needed ego boost.

I will be a columnist for Parenting & Family, Sex & Relationships, Book Reviews, and Writer’s Life. I will also submit poetry from time to time. So, with this job, I have a wide-reaching, eclectic gig.

As Glinda says in Wicked, “I couldn’t be happier.”


I look forward to hearing all about your success stories!

I started this link-up to create a support system for writers. With that in mind, please read and comment on at least one other post (suggest the one linked up before yours). The more you participate, the more our writing community will grow! Sharing the link up with your writing friends is another great way to meet other writers.

Because WordPress.com doesn’t support linkup programs, please paste the link to your blog post into the comment section below. Or, if you don’t have time to write a complete blog post, share on Twitter and use the hashtag #WordsOnWednesday.

 

 

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Words on Wednesday – Share Your Writing

Welcome to the second Words on Wednesday, a linkup the first Wednesday of each month.

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

Today’s optional topic is to share some of your writing. This can be a short story, a poem, a longer WIP (work in progress), and even an opportunity to promote your published work.

I’m going to share a snippet of my current WIP, a memoir about adopting through foster care. As of now, the title is Born in My Heart: A Bittersweet Adoption Blessing but I’ve been thinking about changing the title. If you’d like to give me some input, visit my prior blog post to see the options and Gimme your opinion!

Here is my post for today:

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August 2008: I wonder if I would have accepted Carole’s request to be Ruth’s birth coach if I’d known the amount of pain it would cause me. I’d like to think the experience and knowledge that I helped another would outweigh the pain. The truth is that I’m not sure I would have done it.

Aside from the quiet hum of the car’s engine, a heavy silence fills the air. Andrew and I are driving to the hospital to pick up Ruth and take her to the empty apartment she calls home.

I haven’t felt like myself since witnessing Paige’s birth a few days prior. An undercurrent of emotions rises into a tsunami of tears when I think about Ruth and Paige.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, why Ruth’s situation weighs on my shoulders. Yes, I am a sensitive person: I cannot watch the news without tears, cannot bear the thought of abandoned animals being euthanized, want to make a difference in the world by adopting a foster child.

But why do I care so much about a virtual stranger who has no one to blame but herself for the direction her life has taken?

I look at Andrew out of the corner of my eye. Has he noticed my tangled web of emotions?

“Here we are,” Andrew says as he pulls into the loading zone in front of the hospital. It’s the same place we picked up Eli after his five days in the NICU. There are those inexplicable feelings again. I am sad for Ruth because her baby is staying behind in the NICU, even though it was her poor choices that put Paige there.

I leave Andrew in the car and check in at the nurses’ station. “I’m here to pick up Ruth, in room 225.”

“Will Ruth be staying with you?”

“Umm, no…” The thought never occurred to me.

The nurse’s eyes pierce mine. “She cannot be alone. C-section is a major surgery. She needs to be on bed rest and should only get up to use the bathroom.”

Unprepared for the nurse’s vehement onslaught, I stumble over my words. “I’m only here as a favor. I don’t really know her -”

“Can she stay with anyone else while she recuperates?”

I doubt she can stay with Carole while Payton is living there because CPS is involved. My mind shuffles through our friends, Carole’s friends, church friends. Ruth’s solitary set of flowers from me flashes through my mind. Does Ruth have any friends? 

My heart breaks as I realize how lonely an addict’s life is and that we’re her only option.

I started this linkup to create a support system for writers. With that in mind, please read and comment on at least one other post (suggest the one linked up before yours). The more blogs you visit, the more our writing community will grow! Sharing the linkup with your writing friends is another great way to meet other writers.

Because WordPress.com doesn’t support linkup programs, please paste your blog post into the comment section below. 

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Gimme Your Opinion

My daughters are in camp this week so I’ve been busting my butt to edit my memoir. My brain is fried and I’m convinced my eyeballs are going to fall out any minute.

Editing sucks.

Due to said fried brain and eyeballs hanging precariously in their sockets, this blog post will be short.

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In addition to editing, I’ve been working on my book proposal. In How to Write A Book Proposal by Michael Larsen, he gives four golden rules for creating the title to your book, three of which I’ve listed below.*

 

  1. Make your title sell and tell.
  2. Make your title appeal to the heart and the head.
  3. Use your communities to test your title.

This got me thinking – should I test my previously trashed memoir titles on social media?

Side Note: I tried to create a Twitter poll with the choices but I exceeded the measly 140 character count for each choice.

So I’m requesting feedback on alternative memoir titles from writers, readers, adoptive and birth parents, adoptees, agents, your cat, the stranger sitting next to you in the coffee shop… You get the idea.

So, without further ado, here are the choices:

  1. Born in My Heart: A Bittersweet Adoption Blessing
  2. Handprints on My Heart: An Adoptive Mother’s Journey
  3. Takes More Than Love: A Memoir of Adopting Through Foster Care
  4. Two Daughters and a Drug Addict: An Adoptive Mother’s Bittersweet Journey

Feel free to combine or expand on any of them to create something you think is better.

After making your selection, please tell me the reason for your choice.

Thank you for helping me achieve my dreams to become a published writer.

* The fourth one: use your models as guides. I admit that I have no idea what he means by this.

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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.

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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.

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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…

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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?