Prompt – Writer’s Block

Dear Writer’s Block,

It’s not you, it’s me. I’m to blame for accepting every excuse known to man. It’s my fault that I don’t show up early and often. Ultimately, allowing the normal scapegoats – family, finances, work, and the unexpected – to continue to distract me from the promises I’ve made to myself sit at my feet.

To a made up mind; these trivial things could never exist. For someone who has thought through and committed to the work required to gain momentum and escape mediocrity, this conversation might never take place. Again, my fault, not yours.

Up until now, I haven’t been able to create a plan. Up until now, my reply to your justifications for my lack of umph has been yeah, I guess you’re right and that’s simply not okay.

Time and time again, you have been faithful in protecting me from the unknown and, until now, I never considered the cost of that protection. Now; however, it’s clear and I’m sorry to have wasted your time. I knew this couldn’t continue indefinitely.

I’ve flirted with thoughts of having more than what we’ve had. Yes, I’ve been flirting with the idea of creating something different. I’m sorry if that’s hard for you to hear, but it’s true.

I’m sure there was a better way to handle this; however, this is the best I could come up with. After today, I won’t need you to protect me anymore. I think it’s okay to take the chances you’ve subtly warned me about.

It’ll be hard to figure out a way to replace all the time we spent together thinking about writing, but I have faith that through writing, it’ll get easier. Prompts alone might be just what I need to create a new and better writing life. Who knows?

If for no other reason, you’ve caused me to tire of this stagnant place in my writing, yet I know I never could have gotten here without you. I thank you for the lessons you’ve taught me, but this is the end.


From Day 1 of the Writing Prompt Boot Camp.

Wordless Wednesday




Take a Load Off

This post is for the one that’s exhausted. The one that’s doing far more than your share. The one with no time to cry. The one that needs a break.

While you may put in far more than others, know that it’s a choice. Saving other people, from themselves, is a choice. And, over time, you will begin to resent making that choice.

Yes, you are accomplishing a lot, based on what you can see. You’d accomplish more; however, if you’d take one or two steps back.

I’m asking that you consider measuring what you can’t see. Things like character, confidence, integrity, and accountability develop through trials. These things have more weight.

However, if you continue to solve their problems, how can they grow? Your muscles are stronger. You can handle it. But only because you’ve had more practice. Slightly unfair.

When you take a few steps back, you’ll find that people aren’t as careless when there isn’t a safety net. Whose safety net are you? Who knows that you won’t let them down? Who is depending on you more than God?

I just wanted to give you a moment to see the part you’re playing in the chaos. Though your intentions are good, it’s possible they are also counterproductive.

NaBloPoMo November 2014

NaNoWriMo Rebel Style

Being a NaNo Rebel, this year, means I’m more committed to an existing work than a daily word count. I’ve successfully completed several 50K challenges since joining NaNo, so I know I can type 1,667 words a day. What I don’t know; however, is how to actually turn a hodgepodge of word sprints and random brain dumps into something publishable. Well, this year, my goal is a little closer to publishable.

The manuscript that won’t let me go was born during the last 10K words of NaNoWriMo 2012. Yes, I’ve been working on it that long.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

I haven’t been writing for the whole two years. I’ve been reading about writing a fiction novel, getting frustrated with my lack of knowledge, talking about completing the book, railing against the idea of the book being more than a short story, creating outlines, talking about being frustrated, and more variations of the same. Not being a fiction reader, I was unaware of just how much work I had in front of me.

Now, two years later, I’m a little less stubborn about the process. I realize that it takes a lot of writing, rewriting, and rewriting again to create something that looks remotely like talent. I’ve also given myself permission to not only be a newbie in this arena, but to ask for help when I need it.

Over the years, I’ve surrounded myself with several published authors and I’m a member of a Writer’s group, so I have a support group. All that’s left is to get out of my own way and enjoy the journey.

While having breakfast, today, I read my manuscript and started making a few notes. Though I still have work to do, it’s not as bad as I thought. And, it didn’t take long for me to get excited about working on it again. Stay tuned, I plan to share a chapter, or two, with you.

Are you working on a novel? Or, are you a published author? How long has it taken you to get out of your own way?

NaBloPoMo November 2014


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