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When are you gonna start writing again?


Blank Spiral Notebook on wooden desk

A question posed to me by my sweet and encouraging husband.

The answer has been “tomorrow” for about a week and a half.

The last couple months have been a whirlwind.  November was all about NaNoWriMo, which I proudly achieved.  December was just busy.  You know the busy where there’s lots happening, but you can’t remember a single thing?  This was my December.  January came and my family and I faced the passing of my older brother.

It got to the point where I had to be told what day of the week it was.

So here I am.  A little frazzled.  A little shell shocked.  But ready to write.


Simple Joys



Although, this wasn’t so simple.
I saved my document last night with a wordcount of 50,271.
I’ll write about my NaNoWritMo experience next week, but for now,


Half Way There.



Today is marks the half way point for National Novel Writing Month, and as of last night, my word count is 23,387.  I am right where I need to be and should hit 25,000+ today!

I had no idea what to expect from this challenge.  A lot of the authors on the NaNo forums said to kiss your life goodbye for the month; you’ll be doing nothing but writing and sleeping.  To be honest these comments kinda freaked me out.  To date there have been a few days where I’ve written all day, but thankfully most days I’ve met my word count and moved on to other things (blogging, cleaning, cooking, etc.).

So far there have been some frustrating days and some exciting days.  I’ve had a few characters take me by surprise, and a couple who are exactly what I dreamed they would be.

I’m still not sure what the outcome of the words I’m writing will be, but I’m glad to have taken on the challenge and am excited to see it through to the end.

Exploring the Blogosphere


Writers Edition:

“You have to fight the guitar….” “And you have to win.”
copyblogger – Demian Farnworth – How to Become an Exceptional Writer

You are a writer: stop resisting, own your work and invest in your craft.
schmutzie.com – You are a Writer

Writers who achieve literary glory are often professionals who have fallen in love with the writing process rather than their own words.
Storyline – Donald Miller – How Fantasy is Killing Your Imagination and Robbing Your Productivity

A few places to find your muse outside of your working space.
Write to Done – 21 unexpected places to find your writers muse

“There is no greater fear than to face a blank page,” she said. “It mocks and threatens. It challenges you. Give it power, and it will eat you alive. Face it clothed, and you will fail. The only way to beat the blank page is to attack it naked.”
What I learned today – Billy Coffey – Writing Naked

The art of writing can be reduced to a few simple rules.
NY Times – Colson Whitehead – How to Write

Flash Friday


Last year this time I was finishing a creative writing class held at a local arts school.  It was such a great thing for me.  Challenging, inspiring and it gave fuel to the fire of my dream of writing.  I will be forever grateful to my teacher and the other students in this class.

Before this class, I hadn’t heard of Flash Fiction and as much as I would like to define it for you, I can’t.  Generally, its a story of 1000 words or less.  Husband and I were talking about it and I liked his definition best, “It’s almost like you’re starting a rumor.  Giving just enough of the story to wet the appetite, but you’re not giving every detail.”  It’s a form of writing which I am coming to appreciate and enjoy.

The Nurse’s Needle

I wake in a foreign bed with a dream of Hunter lingering in my mind, I reach out to feel for him and everything comes rushing back.  I could feel my mouth forming to let out the scream that was stuck in my gut.  My father spoke, “Don’t start, we don’t want to sedate you again.”

My mouth clipped shut before any sound could escape.

“You are not the only one who lost Hunter.  Your mother is beside herself and Kelly had to call his family.  You have to pull yourself together.”

I was so fearful of opening my mouth; I just stared at him eyes wide and nodded.

My mother entered the room.  “How is she?”

“She’ll be fine, won’t you Sherri?”

“Well good, her screaming was upsetting everyone in the hospital.”

Kelly rushed in, “Hunter’s parents are here, and they want to know what happened.  They want to know where Sherri is.  I can’t handle this, someone else, please go talk to them.”

I heard myself say, “I’ll talk to them.”

The three of them started to speak all at once, “not a good idea”, “we’ll handle it”, “it’s too much for you”.

“He was my husband.  I want to see his parents.  Y’all can’t stop me.”

“We can and we will.”  My father was trying to keep his voice steady. “Do you even remember what happened?”

“Not really, Hunter and I went to breakfast this morning.  Then a doctor was saying Hunter was gone.”  The words felt heavy in my mouth, what had happened in the gap of my memory?

“If you have no memory, you will not be speaking to his parents.  They don’t know yet you are the cause of all of this, we have to protect you.”

“I caused this?”  My eyes darted from my father to mom to Kelly, “Is it true?”

Mom and Kelly refused to look me in the face.  My father’s face was drawn and tight, the look he would use when a hard truth had to be told.  I could feel the scream welling up in my belly again, threatening to break free.

“Tell me what I did, tell me what happened.”

“You are not stable.  I’ll go and have the doctor speak with Steve and June; they can stay at the guest house while everything is sorted out.”    He started for the door and I bolted out of bed.  Outside of my room I called, “June! June!  Where are you?”

Nurses, my mother and Kelly all pounced on me.  I was a stray cat they were trying to contain.

I heard the familiar click of June’s heals.  “Sherri?  Sherri, where are you honey?”

“JUNE!” And the nurse’s needle again hit its mark.