Tag: writing

Z is for Zzzzz

At last we have come to the final post for the month of April. I want to thank all of you for reading, liking, and commenting on this blog. Your willingness to share my work with friends and family through email, word of mouth and social media is, and has been, greatly appreciated. 8551d4cc-c1de-4c57-9029-e4ed24580817_0367

I have especially enjoyed getting to know you through your own blogs and websites – many of which I never would have found without your visits. Thank you for inspiring me and for sharing your creativity and struggles and humor.

Although the 2016 Blogging A to Z Challenge is almost finished, today is really just the beginning for this, and my other two blogs (Creatzart.com and SinclaireMonroe.com). The coming year is already bursting with day trips, mini-excursions, and a few week-long adventures.


I am looking forward to long days of research, late nights of photo editing, and happy hours spent interviewing county historians, public document recorders, and local people  – all of whom have the longest memories and the best stories!

Please continue to travel with me from the misty Appalachian Mountains to the expansive Western Plains. There remains so much to see and learn and celebrate – and to share.





Y is for Yikes!

In my search for an unusual word or two beginning with the letter Y, I discovered an incredible website:


In celebration of all things Y, I have opted to create a short vocabulary quiz – taking advantage of Mr. Stephen Chrisomalis‘ hard work and tremendous passion for words.

Please choose the correct definition of each word:


  1. A 16th century crock used in cooking
  2. The deck area immediately below the helm of a ship
  3. A straight bundle of straw used for thatching


  1. Noise
  2. Hunger
  3. Exhaustion


  1. A traveling jester/commedien
  2. A green woodpecker
  3. A tool used by blacksmiths


  1. To hiccup, belch or spit
  2. To curse, defame or libel
  3. To damage, mar or deface

To determine your score, please visit The Phrontistery and find each word in the provided list, or scroll down.



  1. A 16th century crock used in cooking
  2. The deck area immediately below the helm of a ship
  3. A straight bundle of straw used for thatching


  1. Noise
  2. Hunger
  3. Exhaustion


  1. A traveling jester/commedien
  2. A green woodpecker
  3. A tool used by blacksmiths


  1. To hiccup, belch or spit
  2. To curse, defame or libel
  3. To damage, mar or deface

So … how did you fare? Are you inspired to use one or more of these words as a vocabulary-bomb during casual conversation? Are you curious about Mr. Chrisomalis’ website and impatient to discover more words? Will you suggest your writers’ group visit his site when looking for unusual writing prompts?

Ahh – let the fun begin!


P is for Poem in Your Pocket Day

It is almost here … the day to fill your pockets with poems!

Poem in Your Pocket April 21, 2016

Sharing poetry, or any other form of writing, is a great way for writers to connect with readers – to discover what speaks to them, what they just don’t ‘get’, and what they do not want to ‘get’.

As any poet, dramatist or journalist will attest, it is important to know that the work is reaching someone; is being heard.

As you run those errands, enjoy lunch with friends, or pour another cup of coffee at work, drop a poem off with the dry cleaning, leave a poem with the tip, and tuck a poem near the plastic stirrers.


Come Along With Me …

I love my office with its dark gray walls, stained-glass lamp, and well-worn desk that in another life was a traveling photographer’s field table.

I lean back in my  chair and look outside at the spreading magnolia. I watch about a dozen obviously caffeinated birds flitting all over the place while I lazily wonder about that photographer. About the places he walked and the world his camera blinked at.

And then I look at my glassy-blue computer screen and think,”Hmmm. Is the best word “empowered” or should it be “inspired”?

Yes –  you can read that as, “Doing very little, and accomplishing less”.

I have spent the better part of a week trying to create a book proposal that is informative, intriguing, well researched and seamlessly complied.

I have paced the halls muttering while waving my hands in the air –  unintentionally  frightening cats. I have typed then deleted, typed and stretched, finally leaving behind a few phrases that I actually like.

For now.

So, what makes the business of telling someone about a book so much more difficult than the writing of the book itself?

With every click of the keyboard, I feel as if I have to behave like a mature, calm, objective adult, even though the passion for the topic and the love of the research and the fun of the sharing  bubble out of my fingers and onto the pages like soda over ice cream!

But agents and editors don’t have any interest in bubbles or wild hand waving, or in sticky messes for that matter. They only want to be shown … to be educated.

They need to experience the tucked away places still holding secrets from the past. They want to hear the storytellers who watch their listeners as they craft a tale half lie, half dream.

When reading about an unassuming bakery in a tiny town producing melt-in-your-mouth cake and pastries, those agents and editors ought to reach for a napkin.

Not because every page of the proposal is placed in exactly the proper order. And not because every word is perfect.

But because the writer loves the work and loves the readers, too. An author has a need to share new worlds like a traveling photographer seeks out beauty not only for himself, but for the viewer.

And that fundamental need to share – to educate – is all a proposal really is.

A guidebook.


Intended Poetry is Like Attempted Flight — Unsuccessful at Best

OK, I skipped a day … or two, at this point.

And I feel lousy about it.

However, I caught up on some sleep, I attended a Daffodil Party, and I read a little more of a great book than I had expected to have had time for.

Oh … that ‘found time’  might be the time I swiped from writing poetry …

Well, here is the make-up-I-dropped-the-ball-guilt-poetry, only slightly reminiscent of Haiku.

Country Song

Woke up in the dew

Baby stole my truck and dog

Nightly beer of tears


Moon and sleep ignored

Mummies, Cyclops, all the gang

Weekend brain escape


Blossoms drench the air

Sweaters left on park benches

Tissues close at hand

Another Day – Another (strange?) Poem!

So, day three of thirty, and here I am – ready to write a Stravinsky-esque poem.

Oh, did I hear you sigh? Do I see eyes rolling about in your head and your hands reaching for your ears?

Well, it’s just one of those nights. I’m in a great mood, I was given real coffee instead of decaf at dinner – and I have a great lyrical experiment in my head just for you.

In Love With Words

Ivory paper kisses black ink

The silver nib dances

Twirls, scrolls, pirouettes

The touch of the coarse paper

Softened, now fluid with purpose

What once was blind



Now grasps the words

Too long silenced within

Expresses everything

Too much, too fast the paper drenched with ink

Colors black and red, green and blue,

Too much

The pores of the paper, the intensity of the pigment are no longer melody



Ink-rich words drip and blend, struggle and falter

Into a mottled, spotty discord

Of turns and twists, leaps and


The pen is spent

The paper limp and lost

What once had meaning, beauty, clarity

Is now scribbled, stilled and silenced

A written voice submerged under noise

A Poem A Day … YIKES!

As many of you may already know, April is National Poetry Month.  There are all kinds of wonderful literary pursuits available to the serious writer and to the word-dabbler.

One option is NaPoWriMo.

What is this!? Well, it is an invitation to write one poem each day during the month of April.

Feeling brave? looking for a challenge?

Jump right in – and do not fret about the perfection of the work.

Here is a friendly hand reaching out to you and a sincere grin welcoming you to have fun with poetry.

Daily fun!

I will be fearless and will begin with a poem written right this very second, completely off the cuff at 10:55pm on April 1st …

Ten Fifty-Five

My eyes slip and slide

My head fills with down

Soft and wifty and not unlike a pillow’s stuffing

But the keyboard hums and clicks

A garish light commands

And I find myself making poetry from hours and minutes blinking

Silent anxiety that comes from a task undone

A life incomplete

A poem asleep underneath a coverlet of useless words.


There it is – my first poem of April!


And now it’s your turn – only be sure to tag your creations with NaPoWriMo so it can be found by other like-minded pals!

Until tomorrow …