Writing your memoir, the story that has shaped you is most certainly the path to healing.
Category: Creative Writing
Or, Is It What we Accept?
He was telling me, “It is what we accept.” And he had accepted his demise. I have a choice... as do you.
Bridging the Gap to Fiction
There is a difference between fiction and nonfiction. You have heard me say before there is no distinction between the two and they are both the truth. Even the most otherworldly of fantasies are created from the heart and mind and carry worldly, human ideals and a human soul. If both fiction and nonfiction are [...]
The Physical and Spiritual Realms of Humanness
We neglect to remember we are both physical and spiritual beings.
What is The Muse?
Is it our creative inspiration, that energy fluttering amidst the ethers of our consciousness, awaiting our trust to bring it to light? I think the Muse is a beautiful idea; a wondrous source of inspiration and intelligence. Yet, when an artist expects the Muse to seek them it does not. When an artist, be they [...]
Having a New Year’s Resolution is not Enough-
Who made a New Year’s resolution to get their book done in 2022? Now, February is upon us… is your resolution still front and center? Because (yes, I always break English grammar rules!) 2022 is the year to get your book off of your heart and out of your head once and for all. Writing, [...]
Books and Literature-The Tapestry of Our Society
Where do books and literature play a part in creating the tapestries of society? And how can we as authors and content creators use this to our advantage? There is a power that books possess in the teaching, and in the learning across cultures and this same power carries on our wisdom and insights for [...]
Escaping the Overwhelm…
Being human and having emotions gives necessity to books, novels, and film. And because of our humanness, we want to feel emotion. And often any emotion will suffice.
Mariah’s Dance
Mariah danced and twirled through the falling flakes. Her extra-large snow boots, handed down from her big brother, collected the moist powder pilling upon the street. Just as the snowflakes, she shone in her unique youthful beauty. Her auburn locks bounced against her shoulders and ebony skin shone like frozen dew. The reflection in her [...]
