Part 2
wherein I do a little fieldwork at the bookstore in search of the source of my angst and a way to break past patterns where I kicked opportunity to the sidewalk when it knocked on my door.
Some context:   more...
In part 1, I explain how a big opportunity has come along and with it, so has a rising sense of fear that I may fail in the endeavor.
Part 4: "AfterThoughts"
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FEAR of HAPPINESS, the Series:

Part 1-
An invitation from a successful writer (writes for a living) to join a writer's group brings to the surface a fear of...success? failure..? Not sure...

Part 2-
I go looking for some answers in the self-help section of the books store

Part 3-
Before the first meeting of the writer's group, I ask myself what I want from it

Part 4-
Reflections after having returned from the first meeting.  less

Part 3
Just before leaving for the writer's group Julie, the writer, has set up.
I'm wondering what the heck I want to get out of this journey- this new commitment.
Part 4: "AfterThoughts"
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  more...
FEAR of HAPPINESS, the Series:

Part 1-
An invitation from a successful writer (writes for a living) to join a writer's group brings to the surface a fear of...success? failure..? Not sure...

Part 2-
I go looking for some answers in the self-help section of the books store

Part 3-
Before the first meeting of the writer's group, I ask myself what I want from it

Part 4-
Reflections after having returned from the first meeting.
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Part 4, final in the series

Thoughts after coming back from a first big step toward a dream
- a writer's group.
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FEAR of HAPPINESS, the Series:

Part 1-
An invitation from a successful   more...writer (writes for a living) to join a writer's group brings to the surface a fear of...success? failure..? Not sure...

Part 2-
I go looking for some answers in the self-help section of the books store

Part 3-
Before the first meeting of the writer's group, I ask myself what I want from it

Part 4-
Reflections after having returned from the first meeting.
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Hey its Cara and Daniella can be a little annoying sometimes. Recently she's been talking to Eddie and making plans to go see him. And she talks really loud too.
Love
Cara

Hunter sneaks in to a party in North Korea Town, Los Angeles. Z, the love of her life, has joined the Nokokids once again.

A response to Syd aka LVbianSynic, this is what I use to do when I had something bothering me, its been a long time coming thank you for reminding me, this is very therapeutic for me, I simply write my   more...problems, toubles, worries down on paper, light them on fire, watch them burn and then let them blow away in the wind.  less

This interview was a while ago, but they never sent me the reel, so I just recorded it and posted it.

Every other Sunday, we will add a new writing challenge for writers and non-writers alike to participate in!
Have fun!

Three self-penned poems...

Hearts On Fire

Hot blood comes coarsing, fast, through my veins
"Hold on tight boy, hold onto the reins."
Yesterday's burn remembers the unbargained wager
Hot dice rolled,   more...eyes closed, an imminent danger
Yet, searing blazes ignite, ourselves aglow with fire
As a tendered heart knows of love's ending pyre.
How far must we keep from the inferno of the heat,
To a cost of smoldering embers, our souls never to meet.


Two (To) A Bed

We sleep two (to)
a bed
touching only words
left unsaid
On scortched sheets faded,
from view
amongst no light, color, or hue.

Windswept dreams blown over
passion
winter's cold season
faintly in fashion.
I finally awake
to a textile embrace,
at love's hidden memory
leaving no trace.

SHE IN SIX LINES

And, her vissage with strands of undulating curls, culminating in
golden fire, cooled only by her white smile.

From amidst a vestal’s heart, uniformly consecrated by beams of
Her returning, unending grace.

She walks in steps hinted by fragrence of patchouli, faint clues
To indelible vestiges of her man’s heart.

Her sweet angel’s breath, speaks to the flowers of the field in
Gentle tunes, to the light amusement of time.

A spark of her own, pursued and somehow found, careens throughout
Worlds in unending lifespan, time curving inward, unto a lover’s equinox.

And yet, ashes rain fron an ascending phoenix, riding upon
The sweet edges of a crest, emanating only…from her love, and...  less

this is my response. thanks for watching.

I'm going to start going to work early.

you are my sunshine.. my only sunshine

Is the Wicked Awesome gang about to be featured on NBC? What are they talking about?

maddog backwards spells?

Just a video to point out that we don't all have to agree to have valid points and different ways of looking at things. (Syd)

A portion from a workshop given by Mills College in 2001 on Non-Fiction Creative Writing

I took a tour of my city through graffiti, and it looked pretty cool. I encourage you all to do the same, and post it as a response to this video.

A response to the LiveVideo Writing Challenge #3 - "Photo Prose", posted by Dugalwest.

~<b>Spin Those Wheels ~

Kenny always had this thing for wheels. Turning wheels.

I could be working   more...on my car for hours and never see his face. Which was good. I didn’t want him getting hit by a flying wrench, or kicked as I lay across the fender, head buried under the hood trying to tighten that last bolt.

But change a tire or work on the brakes? He was right there, hand pressed flat against the sidewall, trying to spin it. That would have been the ’56 Buick with the big white sidewalls.

I can still see him kneeling on the driver’s seat, leaning on the horn ring while trying to turn that big ass steering wheel. Nighttime was his favorite time to ride in that car, because it was quiet out, and he could hear the sound of the tires on the road as we drove with the windows open.

I can still remember one of the first times he borrowed my car, right after he got his license. Later in the day, I found the jack loose in the trunk. When I asked him about it, he said he had to change a tire because it was low on air. I guess he was too embarrassed to tell me about it, because when he got home and checked it with an air gauge, it was fine. I think he just wanted to spin the wheels.

When school didn’t work out for him, I told him, “Either you go to school, or get a job and start paying your own bills.” So he started working on the loading dock with me. He was a good worker, but he was always watching the trucks coming into the dock and talking with the drivers about rolling down the road.

The next thing I knew, he’d talked the boss into letting him go out with the drivers, because that’s what he wanted to do – learn to drive a semi. I heard him joking with a friend, once, about how it was appropriate that he was reading Heinlein’s “The Roads Must Roll”. I never could figure that out. What did moving roads have to do with wheels turning? But that was him and his science fiction. I reminded him that the story sounded anti-union, anyway.

So, driving and wheels turning are what got him to stick out the job and stay in the union. He’s been driving all this time, and now he just retired. We went through some old family pictures for the retirement party, and I found this one. It was Christmas, and he was three years old. The first thing he did when he picked up that bus was to spin those wheels.
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Sometimes Jen and Mary ask me to write for them. Here's a little glimpse into that process.

Challenge #1
"Fairy Tales & Bombs"

Create a very short piece of fiction
with the following elements in it:

Setting; A bomb shelter
Characters from a well-known fairy tale
and YOU

My bond with my father, gone 13 years now.

Challenge #
"The Elvis Effect"

Create a very short piece of fiction
with the following elements in it:

Setting: Somewhere above sea level
Elvis
and a condiment of choice

Thanks to Axegrinder01 for   more...the ideas on this one!  less

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Are strength and will enough for one's last days?