Category Archives: Writing

Fake it ’till you Make it!

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I am going to continue to force myself to pound out words.

I know that eventually, when I get back into the habit of writing that then I will begin to regain the inspiration. It always happens that way. Once I start allowing my brain to have the freedom to think about something other than the mundane things that fill my mind. I will find creativity.

Mundane things like:
What is for dinner?
What will my daughter wear to school tomorrow?
What does the 10-day forecast look like?
Where will get to go on vacation this summer?
Will we even be able to have a vacation?
Am I going to be able to pay off Mary’s credit card anytime soon?
What are the winning lottery numbers for last night?
Do I have enough money to buy everything on my grocery list this week?
Did I get enough steps in today?
What will we have for dinner tomorrow night?

See that kind of stuff will stifle creativity in a flat second and yet that is what goes on in my head every single day.

So, if I come here and I write every single day then maybe, just maybe, I will learn to push all that aside and begin to find the creative part of me that is hidden deep in the recesses of my mind. So until I break through the fog I will just keep doing this… and this will lead to ideas… and those will lead to stories and I will be on my way again.

Just Write!

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It is hard to write.

Sounds strange right? But I am finding it hard to find the inspiration. Life is good and work is good. My family is good. There is none of the angst I felt when I was a teenager, those moments and times in your life where writing your heart out is the only way to get out the pain. Those moments don’t exist. There are none of the painful moments when my mother was struggling with and dying from cancer. Those were times when I needed to write. I HAD to write. Writing was the only thing that kept the sanity. It let me vent and feel and pour out my heart while still being strong and resilient for my mother.

So, why is it hard to write when life is good? Why do we only have to bare our soul when it’s sad and broken? Why can’t we share the good times, the daily grind? The honest answer is it’s just not as interesting.

A story (even our own) needs conflict and movement. Of course, if you are living a great life then you don’t want conflict. But, in order for your story, your life, to be interesting it unfortunately needs conflict.

I guess I am going to have to start writing about puppy dogs and rainbows. Just write!!

I watched that Steve Harvey video that is going around the internet, you know the one. JUMP!  If you haven’t seen it, after you leave here take a few minutes and watch it. It is awesome.

I know writing is my biggest passion and yet it gets pushed aside to arriving early to the carpool lines, fitbit tracking, Facebook, Pinterest, the final season of American Idol! I mean the list could go on forever of things I do, time that I waste, that I could be using my passion. What I consider my calling I have yet to answer.

To write!

Just write!

Starting is the hardest part. So check that one off the list for me.

Omit the Letter ……!

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OMIT THE LETTER……

The simple choice would be

Write the post without the letter Z

But it would not be fun

To omit the senseless one

Everyone could write blog posts

Without the letter Z, of course.

So choose one which is tricky

The first one on the list

Seriously, I insist

Might you do it if you tried?

Hit on those keys to see

If in the Letters you choose

This one, you did exclude

Could you write the blog post, my friend?

Would we recognize, in the words you wrote

The single vowel you left out

In the entire post?

This is in response to The Daily Post, writing prompt:

TWENTY FIVE

There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)

Share Your World: Week #10

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Okay, So I am a few weeks late to the game, but hey, better late than never right!

I ran across this challenge while checking in on some of my fellow bloggers and really liked the idea. So here Goes…

These are questions from the Share Your World Challenge: Week 10…

When you lose electricity in a storm, do you light the candles or turn on the flashlight? How many of each do you own?

I guess I do both. If it is during the day I will open the windows and let the sun shine through. But at night I would definitely keep the flashlights close at hand but still light the candles as well. As for how many I have of each… Wow, we probably have  5-6 flashlights and tons of candles. I love the scent of a burning candle!

You are given $5,000 and the chance to exchange it for one of two envelopes. One envelope contains $50,000 and one contains $500. Do you make the trade? Why or why not?

No, I would keep the $5K – I am not greedy! And truthfully I could REALLY use the $5K right now! 🙂

What’s your first memory?

I have a horrible memory. But one of the first memories I have is sitting on my nannies bed and watching Sesame Street.

What do you do if you can’t sleep at night? Do you count sheep, toss and turn, or get up and try to do something?

If I can’t sleep there is a real problem. I am the worlds best sleeper. With that being said I have been known to occasionally have trouble and if it was real bad I would probably get up and read a book.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am grateful that I was able to celebrate my 23rd Anniversary with my sweet sweet Husband. I am looking forward to warmer weather.

Me and the Hubs... Pretty decent Pic taken by my (almost) 5-year-old!

Me and the Hubs… Pretty decent Pic taken by my (almost) 5-year-old!

In a Blink

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In A Blink

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In a blink

It all changed

The laughing joy

Turned wracking tears

The smiling boy

Turned angel wings

In a blink

It all changed

There was no warning

No sign of things to come

One moment he was with us

The next

He was gone

Hold tight your treasures

Hold tight your loves

Life can take a sudden change

In only

A blink

© S. Tennyson Taylor

The Locked Box

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Today’s daily post prompt is an Audience of One – Simply to write a post or letter to the one person you wished was reading your blog right now. My contribution is below.

The Locked Box

I miss you.

I am a master at putting my feelings away in a little box and locking it up with an array of different locks and keys.

Why do I do this, you ask?

Because I miss you.

If I didn’t lock away my feelings, I might be reminded of the fact I will never get to hear your voice again.

I would know you weren’t going to show up for any holiday gatherings.

I would be forced to acknowledge the fact that your granddaughter only had a few short years with you.

I would be reminded that others I know, can still hug their mother close.

I would have to face the fact that I will never again feel your arms around me.

When I have news to share, I would know I couldn’t call you.

I would cry.

A lot.

So instead, I lock away those feelings. I keep them in a precious box that no one knows the combination to.

Because thinking of you is too painful.

Missing you tears me apart.

I feel raw and sad and lonely.

I love you, mom.

I miss you!

Staring at the Blank Page

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I am not sure what is going on but I am having a hard time getting started.

Maybe, if I could just decide on editing or writing.

I have my finished work that needs another pass on editing. Really another pass on tightening the prose and fleshing out my main character a bit more. I know there is a good great story in there. I just haven’t found the right way to pull it out.

Then I have the brewing of another story idea that is bouncing around in my head.

The problem is I can’t seem to focus on the new story, because I know I need to go back to the finished one, and every time I open the finished one to look at it, I feel like I am lost in a dark wilderness, with beady animal eyes staring me down.

Ugh!!!