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Journal Post — June 12th 2017

How is it already June? This is why I can’t have nice things.

I make a writing goal, it goes splendid for the first few months, and then–BAM. Middle of the year slump due to inevitable procrastinating because .  . . THINGS are HAPPENING and my mind becomes a black hole where brainstorms go to die and vanish.

*clears throat*

All right, that was a tad over-dramatic–but for real–how is it already June?

Progress Update: My Young Adult book I was trying to complete before the end of this year was nearly finished and at a vital moment in the story, I was finally able to identify that nagging feeling I had throughout the writing process. My main character, Jasmine, wanted to speak for herself. So what did I do? I went back and re-wrote the ENTIRE book in first person . . . present tense. I blame Jasmine for it all. She’s just as stubborn as I am.

This brings me to my question for this month: As a reader, do you enjoy reading in first person/present tense? Do you loathe it? Or do you not mind either way? I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below!

Thank you!

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Let’s Chat: Music with Writing and Other Muses

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Art by Hanne Lore Koehler

There’s something magical about music. It has the ability to translocate you to another place and time, to uproot emotions you’ve felt so long ago, and help you feel parts of your soul you never knew existed. These are some of the reasons why I am able to write as I have a playlist of my favorite melodies playing in the background.
That’s not saying I absolutely can’t write in total peace, because I can; I just have a stronger connection to the words I feel in my heart as I put them onto a page, out of the mouths of the characters that are born from some of my deepest emotions that are reminded by a simple tune, or lyrics with a familiar story.

Music isn’t my only muse, but it’s definitely one of the top drivers for me.

Other factors of inspiration for me are: being out in the sun surrounded by nature; or hanging out by a window during a loud storm; the impression people leave on me when we first meet; and so many more than I can list right now.

Here are some of my questions for you:

1) Maybe music isn’t what drives you. What keeps your muse alive?

2) Do you prefer absolute silence when you write, or do you have a song playing softly in the background? Or maybe both work for you?

3) Can you remember the first story you ever wrote? What inspired you?


Have any questions for me? Post below! Let’s have some fun! 

Random Journal Post: Why I Write

A passion for writing seems to be in my blood; I was born to write.

My family is full of composers, poets and storytellers–I suppose it was only natural when I came into this world, my love for the written word would be instant. Today’s random, silly ramble, is all about the reasons why I love to write.

I write when there is nothing better to do; I write because there is nothing better to do.






I write when my mind travels to far off places; I write because I dream to visit many places.

I write when my heart aches; my heart aches when I cannot write.

 

 

 

 

I write when there is a song in my heart; writing keeps the song in my heart. 

 

 

 

 

 




I write things that I will never be, because writing gives me the power to be anyone I please.



I write when romance strikes a chord in my heart. When I feel loved, I take my pen and pour my heart onto paper to remember and cherish every beautiful moment.






I write when mystery lingers in the shadows, to discover what awaits on the other page that kept me on my toes.

 

 

Art by bjornbarend

I write when my heart races, a dream of monsters with many faces.

 

 

I write when I feel lost, because I know within the words I write, my heart’s desire will be found.

 

 

 

Writing gives me a voice when I feel like I can’t be heard; writing allows me to be the voice for others who cannot speak.

 

 


Writing is like bottling up memories, saving them for another time.






I write because in my dreams, I’ve made new friends who all have stories of their own to be told. 







I write because the overwhelming sensation of first kisses are quite an addiction.








And most importantly, I write because a world without imagination and adventures to be had, would be a bad kind of hell.