inspiration, Writing

What is a Writer?

A writer can be many things – a teller of stories, a truthsayer, an inspiration, a liar, an explainer, a teacher, a flirt, and many other things. There are many genres of writing, from poetry, to fairy stories, to crime fiction, to scientific jargon filled papers about things most of us have never even heard of. And of course the many millions of things in between.

Writers can say the things we’d like to say, but are too afraid of. They can also tell us why the things we’ve said are nasty and dangerous lies, and should never have been said. Writers pen their words, sometimes getting them published, if they can, to share with the world, sometimes (they say) just writing for themselves. Who am I to doubt them?

I can only go by how I feel about this, and I have to say that I certainly want my words to be read by others. If I was a writer for myself only, I wouldn’t be writing on a blog, like this, that can be read by anyone and everyone, if they happen to come across it. And I certainly hope many people to happen to come across this blog post, and go on to discover the others I’ve penned here, and on my other blogs.

I’ve been named as being an inspiration, for sure, and even though I humbly duck my head and blush at that, I wear the label with pride. Looking back at my life, there have been hard times – I’ve been a victim, but not anymore. I went from victim, to survivor, to striver, and now to thriver!

My life is one on hope, and action, and thought, writing things that may entertain, and yes, inspire others. Writing is what I do, I am a writer. I write poetry, prose, fiction, non fiction. My life, and what I see, hear, am told, and think about, these are all my writing prompts. Thoughts come from it all, and when the time is right, the writing comes too, at the right time. Most of the time, the right time is whenever I can sit down and write!

Writing, with green bling!

So what is a writer? A writer is anyone who writes, published or not, if you write, you are a writer!

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Stages and Pages

Things have slowed down, with putting together the Covid-19 related anthology I’ve been working on, but I’m a bit excited (very excited, actually), to have another piece that may end up in this book.

The book will be called “Plague Invasion – Creative Writing Responses to Covid-19”, and it’s very close to being ready to prepare it for printing. I’ve spoken to the person who will provide the front cover image. I’ve spoken to the printer recently too, with hopeful results. Thing are progressing well.

I almost have all of the submissions needed for this anthology. There’s a broad range of works, poetry, prose, fiction, and non fiction, and I’m loving the words people has sent to me. If putting together an anthology is always this much fun, even when the subject matter is not always a fun topic, well, bring on anthology subjects, I may do another one, once Plague Invasion has been launched.

No, I won’t think further about that yet, I’m busy on other things, although … No I’ll get on with the other projects already begun, and finish some of them before I get working on that idea. In the forefront of my mind anyway. There’s no telling where the back of my brain might go though, when I’m not watching!

I have to say, I think I’ve never had such a time of creativity in terms of my writing. In this Lock Down time, things are still happening. Online connections are safe and they’re fast, too. And ideas are flowing, a river of them, and all I need to do is catch one in my net, and get stuck into it! The anthology is the most important thing, but things progress at their own pace, and the times in between can be used on smaller things …

At the moment, this anthology is looking like 104 words, or so, with at least another six or seven pages of prose on their way (or at least I hope they are …). So there will be over one hundred and ten pages, and

Time lengthens, shortens, depending on stages and pages …

inspiration, meaning in life

Is Life Planned, or Random?

Seasons come, seasons go, we know what to expect, and can plan for that. We sow our seeds, the earth and the sun so what they do, clouds bring shade and rain. Things happen, seeds become plants, become food and we thrive.

Or it doesn’t go that way at all, sometimes, the rains don’e come when we expect them to, no clouds, a blazing sun, viscious winds, the ground an empty womb, nurturing only starvation … Can we plan for such times, never knowing when they may come, or not with any certainty. Random is always the unplanned thing, that brings changes, ones we’d never expected.

Is this a bad thing, or good? Change from farming, sell up, move, become something else entirely, but holding within you all of the knowledge gained, watching, working with Nature and using such gained wisdom in new ways. Unplanned, random good coming from bad.

But really, the things are only what you name them, and many are too quick to name, write off, move on, forgetting the possibility of good coming from bad, and only remembering the bad, hating it, blaming it, reviling it, railing against it, making it the main focus of life. But that bad season, could have been a good season, if you’d learned from previous ‘bad’ seasons, and planned for whatever might come, rather than the planned thing you expected to come …

I’m not a farmer, I’m a writer. I’ve written about many of my life experiences, the ‘bad’ ones the most, particularly early on in my writing ‘career’. Abuse, illness, accident, they’re there, but the words that came from those remembered experiences have brought peace of mind, understanding, and even joy.

Life has happened, in unplanned and random ways, as it always has and always will. Randomness is the truth of these things, that’s what I believe. Nature goes with what happens, plants release seeds and sometimes they fall on barren land, with no rain to nurture seed to plant, to food, to plenty. Animals, including this human animal we are, deal with what is there, when it’s there, working to provide for the ‘bad’ times in and when we can, if we think to do so.

These things are what happens, some of them shaped by us, or more likely by Nature, and we deal with them, as best we can. Or we don’t, forgetting what we should always remember, from what our random lives have shown us …

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A Sonnet Response

I like writing prompts, a lot. So when I saw this challenge, ‘EIF Poetry Challenge’ I gave it a good look. Sonnets are lovely. With a sonnet, you know what you’ve taken on. There will be only 14 lines, with a set number of ‘beats’ in set places, and there will be a rhyming scheme of a particular kind (one of two, actually, but not terribly different from each other.

So, the call for a sonnet, how could I resist? The person calling for sonnets is someone I know, as much as one ‘knows’ people online. She had got on board with something I’m working on, and so adding all of this together, of course I’d get a sonnet into the action.

When I got myself ready for this EIF Poetry Challenge, I’d intended looking into a sonnet I might already have, but the keyboard called to me, and changed my mind. It was time to write a new sonnet. And so, in accordance with instructions, here is my sonnet.

I hadn’t necessarily meant to write a poem about Covid-19, but that’s the main thing these days, isn’t it? And that’s the way it went, but with a possibly different slant on it, and bringing another ‘big thing’ into the action. A thing that may or may not be connected.

This is my new sonnet:

No Decent Reason …
What on Earth is the reason, for this disease?
A rhetorical question, but is there a ready answer?
Is it response for doing whatever we please?
Have we become Nature’s deadliest cancer?

We’re killing things with barely any restraint –
With no regard for damage that we’ve caused,
Murdering creatures – no avenue for complaint
Wanting things right now. If only we’d paused …

Covid-19 a symptom of devastations,
Inflicted on habitats, trees cut down.
Some put all the blame on developing nations,
But the destroyer here is the big end of town …

How do you explain to a little kid,
The selfish reasons for what us oldies did …

New Ideas, Story Ideas

New Book Ideas

At the moment, I have a big writing project going. This project, an anthology, is topical right now, and will be for some time to come. The book is well on the way to being finished, and then printed, launched, and sold, with me making back the money it cost to produce, at every step. Or not, I don’t really know, of course.

But in my mind, I feel this book had to come into the world, and I can afford the production of the book, without any worries at all. Even If I don’t sell any copies at all, it won’t send me broke. So this book is going well, I’m loving it, and I just need to do the finishing off stuff, and send it to my printer.

So now is the time to start thinking about new book projects, right? Well, yes, perhaps, but I already have another book project, begun last year, or perhaps before that really, that I want to work on as well. But now still doesn’t feel like the right time for that particular project. These current times still feel too fraught, to me, to focus on a book project that is a fluffy bit of silliness.

These are serious times, and I feel it’s a time for me to be working on serious things, with my writing. So my mind is looking at possible books to shift to, once the anthology is done and launched, then marketed, a bit … (Marketing pfft, who likes that side of the ‘being a writer’ thing!)

Anyway, ideas … my brand new best ever idea for today is something to do with intuition. It started with a name, and a google search, then shifted to other, related ideas, and now I’m sitting here, laptop on lap, writing this blog post about it. But I have other things I have to do almost right now, and as soon as I finish this blog post, I do them. Then after that, there will be a game of Scrabble, at some stage, and then, and then …

That new idea for today may drift away, the way the clouds do, up there in the sky, full of water vapour, but drifting past, and not producing anything at all, beyond a shadow perhaps, if they come between the sun and me. Idea, I have a few, but then again, to few to mention? Haha. Goodbye, time to feed the dog!