The Writer’s Digest team has witnessed many writing mistakes over the years, so we started this series to help identify them for other writers (along with correction strategies). This week’s writing mistake is putting off submissions.
As much as I recommend avoiding the romanticism of the writer’s life, I do find myself fascinated by famous authors’ creative processes.
And what better way of fuelling this fascination than by gawking over their tools of creation?
To be honest, the only reason why I have a LAMY 2000 sitting in my drawer is because Neil Gaiman uses one to draft his stories. I’ve also written on Vim to emulate George Martin’s preference for Wordstar.
The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless lovers. I wandered the beaches of Monterey. I looked at faces. Chasing ghosts of old lovers and sweet kisses. Longing for the embrace of sweet lovers lost in time.
I sit with my sweet red wine. I wander to better days and beautiful faces. I remember my beautiful Beatrice. She loved the sea. We would hold each other tightly. Listening to the music of the waves and the breeze.
The empty beach was our paradise. We needed some wine and a blanket to protect us from the cold night. I remember my beautiful Beatrice dancing alone with the ghost of unknown past. She would bring me up and we would dance like free Gypsies with…
Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each man does not die” Oscar Wilds” “Who knocks? I, who was beautiful, beyond all dreams to restore azure skies, chaos, broken softly, in the dust.”
I chanted for war, now I chant for peace, the dead cannot be awaken. Now I know. Us, who love the posies shall ask. Tell me, how did you live? Was your hand outstretched in the offer of friendship? Did you beleaguered the world create chaos or did you blessed the world with kind face and gentle words? Did you befriend many? Love many?
I shared some wisdom “Please laugh often, love often and dance often. Know the fragrant of the deep sea, dance in the field of the wildflowers and make love…
Sharing two poems I wrote in a recent poetry circle facilitated by Ali Grimshaw https://flashlightbatteries.blog/. I continued to be amazed at the beautiful connections made across many miles over computer screens. ❤️
It is difficult To remember The me who Once was seven Do you find The same To be true? Oh, there are Glimpses Flashes of Childhood Aided by Photographs The reciting Of stories at Family gatherings I believe at seven Happy outweighed sad And freedom came When swinging To the sky Then bravely Jumping out It is difficult To remember The me who Once was seven But I am grateful For her spirit Continuing To reside in me Even when I’m afraid To jump out Of the swing
Hours spent Together Make me want To remember Not just the present But every visit past- Each block of time Long or short Places another…