• Agent Hunt,  Creative Writing 101,  Poetry,  Tips,  Writing World

    That Time I Talked To A Gnat

    When is the last time you spoke to nature? Out loud? The last time I talked to something in nature was a couple of weeks ago. It was to a gnat flying around my computer. I apologized, and then I smashed it to guts with my bare hands. Yes, I am a gnat-catcher. And no, gnat guts do not bother me. But smushed gnats is not the topic of today’s wonderful, awesome post. No, on September 20th, I attended the Second Annual Creative Writer’s Conference of Middle Tennessee held at MTSU by the resident non-degree writing program MTSU Write, formerly (and I think betterly) known as The Loft. This is…

  • Poetry,  Work-In-Progress

    Dance of the Bumblebee…

    Hey Folks! Today I want to share some poems that were inspired by a forthcoming WIP: The Shades of My Shadow. It has rather dark themes, and is, hands down, going to be the darkest story I have ever written. It’s also leaning toward the most realistic, but I won’t know how heavy my supernatural elements will be until I start writing it. I’m a little nervous. Okay, I might be a lot nervous. I’ve been wanting a certifiably crazy MC for a while now. I let myself write a pseudo-crazy one a few years ago and the people who read it didn’t take to her too well. I did…

  • Poetry

    Poem: For A While…

    It’s poetry week again at The Narcissistic Rose Cafe! Lol! Today’s poem was inspired while I was trying to watch the movie “Blood & Chocolate” (based on the novel of the same name by Annette Curtis Klause). It’s a decent book and movie if you’re into werewolves. I was thinking about the pack leader Gabriel and why Vivian (the main character) seemed so against becoming his wolf queen. Because, like really, I liked Gabriel (in the book). He was the hot in hot sauce. And the actor who played him isn’t bad either, though they did make his character considerably more icky in the movie. Which I didn’t really appreciate,…

  • Poetry

    Poem: “Hope” (What Do I Dare To Dream)

    This week’s poem is another lovely original by me. Since I’ve gotten back into poetry, inspiration strikes at the most random and mundane of times. I’m trying to be less scared about posting stuff. Poetry and song lyrics have to be the only writing mediums in my life I don’t edit. Unless I think of another way to say a line that I like better. 🙂 I even edit my journal sometimes. Lol! So you can imagine, it’s really nice and relaxing to have something I can just write and walk away from, even if it’s not great. And I’m so excited to be writing poetry again, right now I…

  • Poetry

    Edgar Allan Poe Can Be Light & Fluffy, Too…Kind of…

    This month’s poem is by my favorite poet and short story writer. He had this amazing ability to trick the reader with unreliable narrators. They win your trust. You root for them. And by the time they reveal their true nature it’s too late. This is a talent I very much hope to possess myself one day. The Cask of Amontillado is this trick at it’s best – a great example of a narrator you think is transparent and telling you everything but isn’t. I can’t recommend that story enough. That and The Masque of the Red Death. Stephen King is another author known to use this approach and do…