Something about Helium

I still think Helium is a great place to showcase writing, however, there is one drawback to posting on the site that I didn’t realize BEFORE I posted two of my short stories. You will never be allowed to remove posts from the site. Most magazines will not accept stories unless they can buy first rights. And, they don’t want simultaneous publications. So, I guess you might say that I’m s…o…l…where publishing those particular short stories are concerned.

On a lighter note, I was able to write today. WOOT!!! Some good stuff, If I say so myself.

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Writing is bliss…

…well, its bliss when you’re in the “zone”, when the words flow from the mind to the page effortlessly. When the words flow, it is nirvana to the starving writer’s soul. Today, I tasted of that nirvana. For fifteen wonderful, nearly error free pages, I feasted at the alter of “the flow” until “the flow” became a trickle, then …nothing. But hey, I’m happy and for the first time in a long time, I’m excited and looking forward to  the block of time set aside tomorrow for working on my novel.

Freeing the writer within…

Hello WordPress Land of Writers,

The writer within me is a timid creature, easily silenced by my inner critic-as in, my evil and needs to be destroyed, inner critic. In all fairness, I can not blame everything on her, because, I have all kinds of nasty habits, all conspiring to keep me from doing what I’m driven to do; be a successful writer. My Good writing day begins like this…I wake up.

Seriously though, I do wake up and I’m usually babbling some line of dialogue, describing scenery or setting just as if I were reading from some work already published. Am I a “freak of nature” or does this happen with anyone else? Anyway, I never get it all written down because one of my more irritating habits kicks in. I inevitably stop to correct a misspelled word or maybe my sentence sounded awkward, so I revised the offending line of misplaced words. This interrupts my flow, my train of thought, it flits and flutters away like a beautiful butterfly emerging from its cocoon never to be seen again; it gets lost in the sea of other butterflies also doing the emerging thing.

I’ve read many-too many-books on writing and I know not to give in to these aberrations, I know to just keep writing and correct everything during the re-write. I KNOW THIS! And yet…Yes, I’m doing it now. How embarrassing for me. I can feel the heat in my face.

Start A Journal

I will soon be 51 years old and I’ve played at writing most of my life. It has taken me this long to discover the benefits of keeping a journal. Everyday, morning  noon or night, whenever I find a free moment, I try to write 3 pages in my journal. Sometimes it’s what happened the day before, other times, I vent. I’ve found venting on the page most beneficial. My journal does not run back and tell  what I said. This is a good thing.