Don’t Let Your Mind Speak Louder Than Your Heart

It may seem like I haven’t been writing–but I have, just not here other than a few appearances for Friday Fictioneers and Write Club Fight Club (if you’re unfamiliar with these, please check them out!). As I near the halfway point of my graduate school program, the looming prospect of coming up with a thesis is starting to feel real. I have a novel that’s been in the works for a year and a half that I’d really like to use as my thesis, and all my writing energy (when I have it) is there. I have the luxury of a captive audience in my classmates and assigned workshops, but I don’t know if this manuscript would have ever had the potential it does without critique.

Writers talk a lot about discipline–and it’s important, crucial to creating and finishing good work. But, I think we also tend to beat ourselves up when we’re not writing–when the words are elusive and life happens. Sometimes, rather than tormenting ourselves for missed word counts or scrapped drafts, we just need to let go and live.

I’ve gone to three concerts in the past two weeks–two for bands I’ve seen before, and one for a brand new band–and it never ceases to amaze me how music just makes everything fall away. I saw Bear’s Den last night and several of their songs are the kind that make you inhale involuntarily, because you forgot to breathe, because you forgot that your body existed, that there was anything other than the music and the stage lights.

J.M. Payer vs. Hannah Sears

Hannah:

Another round of Write Club Fight Club pits me against JM Payer–so vote for your favorite!

Originally posted on Write Club Fight Club:


Please take a moment to look at both fighters, which one appeals to you more. The titles will link you to their story. Fighters names are removed to try and even out any odds and are reflected in no particular order. Feel free to add comments below for their improvement, as well as the improvement of WCFC. Don’t forget to tell us who won!


Vocabulary Lesson


Dreams and Reality


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To the Reader

Before you think I’m channelling Baudelaire, never fear–although, there’s plenty to be said for him and his poetry! I’ve noticed there’s several new faces in my follower column and, as I’ve been sadly MIA from this space, I wanted to thank all of you (new followers and old) for reading and following and generally making this writing thing feel less like shouting into the void. If you’re new, I’d love to get to know you. If you’ve been following along for a while, mea culpa–I haven’t forgotten you or this blog, thanks for staying with it.

Lastly, because the only words I seem to have to spare these days are the words of others, here’s a little rock n’ roll from some Texas boys to spice up your Thursday.

 

JESSICA – Part One

Hannah:

Jessica Week is here!! You’ve probably always wondered–WHO IS JESSICA B. BELL? Now’s your chance to find out!

Originally posted on Being the Memoirs of Helena Hann-Basquiat, Dilettante:

“She’s gone,” I cried, running carelessly up the creaky basement stairs. If I wasn’t careful, I could trip and break my neck.

“Who?” Penny asked. My niece had been ignoring my frantic behaviour for the past half hour, but she finally broke her silence.

“Jessica,” I said. “She’s just… gone.”

There are rumours that I keep a writer trapped in my basement, chained to a chair, writing stories by candlelight in her own blood on dirty yellowed parchment, but I assure you, those rumours are exaggerations, darlings. Jessica is and always was here of her own free will. She’s a strange one, I’ll give you that, but I didn’t abuse her. You have to believe me.

“Where would she go?” Penny wondered. “I mean, does she have any family, or friends, or…”

I looked at Penny as if to ask what she was thinking, or rather, to remember who…

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