Posted in Poetry

In My Heart My Memories Keeps

And, we did meet

My passion ran deep

A new life was born

 Our paths twisted and entwined.

In my heart

My memories keep

And linger for eternity.

You see it was simple,

You and me

Because we, forever, were not meant to be.

And time did pass,

Fate intervened

A smile, a new laugh,

A love to last.

In my heart

My memories keep

And linger for eternity.

You see it was complicated,

You and me

Because we, forever, were meant to be.

 

April 10, 2016

Posted in Authors, Creative Writing, Writers

For the love of …

I’ve had an on again, off again, love affair with the idea of writing a novel. Many have. Some have pursued this thought and developed it into an actual goal as opposed to a dream. I was not one of those people.

I wrote 50,000 words in 2015 during NaNoWriMo and the first draft of Low Lying Clouds was born. I never looked at it again. There was no revising, no editing, nothing. I felt like a failure. I have since come to realize, I was wrong.  Not only was I successful with my first attempt at NaNo but I realized a dream.

I’ve learned an incredible amount in the last eighteen months and have successfully published a short story, Confessions of a Motorcycle Adulteress in the 2017 April/May edition of Our Canada magazine.   Wheels­April-May

With the confidence gained through this experience I have embraced the idea of writing a second novel. Low Lying Clouds is still in the first draft stage, but that’s okay. What I’ve learned I’m applying to my second attempt at a novel and I’m now writing the first draft of Willow.

For the love of writing, I will write!

 

Posted in Uncategorized, Writers

Low Lying Clouds

 

The start of my first novel, Low Lying Clouds was a success. In November 2015 I won NaNoWriMo. … 50,000 words. But here I sit, no further ahead. I need to tackle the beast again. But I am distracted by the idea of my second novel, Sunshine and Secrets. Oh those partially finished novels that fill my filing cabinet and the new books that are begging to be written.