Oh dear, it really has been along time between my postings!
I think it is called writer's block, or setting good priorities, or just plain lazy, or too busy, or perhaps fear? I am really not sure, which category best describes the reason why I have not been writing online. Hopefully I will get better at posting more and find out along the way the reason why no blogging or maybe it will just remain one of those mysteries. "To get better at writing, I do need to write!" I will let this be my motto for now!
Today, I was hesitant about attending the monthly meeting for "IMPRINT" a local writing group. As it has turned out, I am glad to have taken the effort to go. Each one of the members are encouraging, inspiring, fun to be around, and knowledgeable concerning ideas for a writer's heart. Listening to their writing journeys brings hope for this writer who is stumped at the moment to find words.
A few tips I gleaned from today, written in my own words.
As writer's we are responsible to get the grammar right, we must be aware of this at all times...(I am far off the mark on this tip today!)
When doing research on your characters ask lots of questions for each one.
Set a date with yourself each day to write. Start writing within small amounts of alotted time, then learn to go for longer periods. You need to start right where you are at, small and slow steps. (I think this is what I am doing right now.)
Do not GIVE UP!
Thank You Imprint, for rekindling the passion to write. It is amazing, three years ago, I asked God for my own "ink spots" group, and He was faithful to answer this prayer.
A Robin Quote: "Everything we do in life can be a devotional, which will lead others to the heart of God."
Monday, November 07, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
The Weather
Aggh! Or rather thanks God for protecting me.
Rainy, dreary, dull gray, cold and no sign of sunshine. But, as the woman at the paint store reminded me, don't look at the weather, find other things about this day to be thankful for. Oh, I do forget to give praise and thanks in the midst of muddy coloured days.
God please forgive me for focusing on the mud. Please help me to search for the sunshine colours You provide everyday with a heart of thanks.
I am thankful for many things this day. My hair turned extremely curly because of the dampness (I love it), I somehow avoided a near fatal accident on the freeway (thank you God for Your protection), I have a wonderful family and peaceful warm home to escape back to after my ordeal on the freeway.
"Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful." Colossians 4:2
I need to do more of all three this day.
Later...
Rainy, dreary, dull gray, cold and no sign of sunshine. But, as the woman at the paint store reminded me, don't look at the weather, find other things about this day to be thankful for. Oh, I do forget to give praise and thanks in the midst of muddy coloured days.
God please forgive me for focusing on the mud. Please help me to search for the sunshine colours You provide everyday with a heart of thanks.
I am thankful for many things this day. My hair turned extremely curly because of the dampness (I love it), I somehow avoided a near fatal accident on the freeway (thank you God for Your protection), I have a wonderful family and peaceful warm home to escape back to after my ordeal on the freeway.
"Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful." Colossians 4:2
I need to do more of all three this day.
Later...
Starting Anew
Oh...
Summer is over on the Prairies and fall is definitely here. Dull skies and brisk winds blowing have me wishing for a few more weeks of summer sunshine and stillness.
With the turning of seasons perhaps a new grip on discipline in daily writing will come with the new season of Autumn. I have not posted much over the summer month's, with fall here and all activities in full swing, finding a few moments here and there to post might be more frequent.
My newest book purchase: Writing the Scared - A Psalm-inspired path to appreciating and writing scared poetry, by Ray McGinnis. Check out Ray's website, he has posted a few journal prompts that are intriguing.
On one of the writting prompts he posted a poem by Leonard Cohen. Before I became a Christ Follower, Leonard Cohens songs would capture my heart, well, after reading this poem I wonder if Christ captured Leonard's heart? Let me know what you think?
It Is To You I Turn
"It is to you I turn.
The table stands on tiptoe.
Every object leaps to its place.
The closed book rises on its thousand pages
and wakefulness rejoices.
I turn to you,
my song in the house of night,
my shield against the quarrels.
I turn to you,
who unifies the upward heart.
Your name is the foundation of the night.
The Accuser, with his thousand voices,
stands in the place you are not named.
Blessed is the name that holds this house
in the firmness of mercy,
and binds this song to the rock."
- Leonard Cohen
Summer is over on the Prairies and fall is definitely here. Dull skies and brisk winds blowing have me wishing for a few more weeks of summer sunshine and stillness.
With the turning of seasons perhaps a new grip on discipline in daily writing will come with the new season of Autumn. I have not posted much over the summer month's, with fall here and all activities in full swing, finding a few moments here and there to post might be more frequent.
My newest book purchase: Writing the Scared - A Psalm-inspired path to appreciating and writing scared poetry, by Ray McGinnis. Check out Ray's website, he has posted a few journal prompts that are intriguing.
On one of the writting prompts he posted a poem by Leonard Cohen. Before I became a Christ Follower, Leonard Cohens songs would capture my heart, well, after reading this poem I wonder if Christ captured Leonard's heart? Let me know what you think?
It Is To You I Turn
"It is to you I turn.
The table stands on tiptoe.
Every object leaps to its place.
The closed book rises on its thousand pages
and wakefulness rejoices.
I turn to you,
my song in the house of night,
my shield against the quarrels.
I turn to you,
who unifies the upward heart.
Your name is the foundation of the night.
The Accuser, with his thousand voices,
stands in the place you are not named.
Blessed is the name that holds this house
in the firmness of mercy,
and binds this song to the rock."
- Leonard Cohen
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