Tuesday, May 31, 2011

M. Cancerous Adverb

Hello all,

Today I am wondering, do you have a go to word?

I am finding that when writing there are a few words that always sneak their way into our writing.  For example the word, extremely.  I have recently noticed that extremely is a cancerous adverb in our writing.  I don't know why, but it always pops as a word to use.

What about you?  Do you have a word or several words that always creep their way into your sentences?

Thursday, May 26, 2011


The sun blistered skin of his forearms was glistening in sweat. His arms were tense, pounding, and shaking from the constant motion of the sledge hammer against the stone.

Despite the constant barrage of blows, the stone seemed to show no signs of fatigue or wear.

Exhaustion was burning through his limbs and thirst was tearing apart his throat, but he knew that he had to continue.

The destination, the goal, the coveted treasure was buried just below the surface of the rock. He had been told of it his entire life and knew that it was just within his reach.

The map that his grandfather’s, grandfather’s, grandfather had made was folded up gently in his pocket. He had followed it to the tee and now he was where he had wanted to be his entire life.

The sweat on his forehead was streaming down into his eyes, past his eyebrows, and burning as it meshed with his tears. Eventually it would all be worth it and he would have his life’s goal, the thing his father hadn’t been able to find, or his father before him.

The sledge continued to swing with his arms and crash into the solid rock and as the dusk approached the sky, he worried. Would he ever be able to reach it?

Then, just as the sun began to dance with the horizon, a crack formed in the rock’s surface. Excitement filled his heart and he pounded stronger then he had the entire day. He hit and enlarged the crack, until it was a full hole.

Glee touched his heart and with every ounce of excitement in check, he reached down into the stone crevice that he had created.

His hand felt, touched, and then found what he had searched for. He pulled out a small, worn box that appeared to hold jewelry and held it up to his eye level. He was going to be sure to get a close look at his new found fortune.

With fingers shaking and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, he opened the box. But instead of finding money or jewels, he found a piece of paper. He kept his hopes up and figured it may be some sort of stock or deed.

Like it was a Cracker Jack prize, he unraveled the paper and began to read, “Don’t spend your life chasing rainbows without realizing the ones that you already have.”

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

M. Shifted Writing Time

Hello out there to anybody that may still be listening on the other end of the Internet.  I apologize for the major lapse in time between posts, but life has been interesting lately to say the least.

I won't get into details, but with regular life + now going back to work, I am trying to figure out how to make this work.

From the bottoms of my toes to the top of my head, which if you've met me isn't far, I am sorry.  As soon as we figure out how and what the schedule is going to be, then we will work it out.

Otherwise, I hope you have been well and are still getting your writing done.  I know in our case, we are doing it to candle light and tired eyes, every night.

How do you truly balance work, life, & writing?  Do you see that one gives when the other flourishes?  Are you able to teeter everything on a perfect triangle or are we not alone?

Please, if you are still reading, let me know what you have been doing to make the time for writing.