Mar 27 2008
Blog of The Day Award

I won the Blog of the Day Award. Yippie. Do you think it was my post on the nipple action?
Mar 27 2008

I won the Blog of the Day Award. Yippie. Do you think it was my post on the nipple action?
Mar 27 2008
So I had a dream last night. A dream that an agent jumped on my back while I was sleeping and pulled my hair and pinched my nipples. Yep, you read that right. He pinched my nipples and it wasn’t in that nice sexual way. No. It was painful. Also, the faceless agent was a man but I felt it was a woman disguised as a man. Anyway, we struggled and ended up on the floor. And somehow back on the bed. What could this dream mean?
I took to Dream Moods Dictionary to come up with a reasonable explanation. Below are thirteen keywords that appeared in my dream. But somehow I still can’t make out my mess of a dream. Any thoughts?
Floor: To see the floor in your dream, represents your support. It may also represent the division between the unconscious and conscious. To see a polished, wooden floor in your dream, indicates that you are fully aware of your unconscious and keeping it suppressed.
Mar 26 2008
In his book, On Writing, Stephen King says, “We are talking about tools and carpentry, about words and style…but as we move along, you’d do well to remember that we are also talking about magic.” When something is really well-written we tend to think it was effortless for the writer, that it seems magical. We wonder, “Did that author ever have to deal with writer’s block?” Yes, he or she probably did. Pretty much every writer does. But how do you work through a block when the inside of your brain feels so foggy? These tips will show you how to clear things up.
1.) Work Consistently
2.) Don’t Leave Your Book on the Desk
3.) Ask Yourself Lots of Questions
4.) Remember Why You’re Writing
Sophfronia Scott, “The Book Sistah,” is author of the bestselling novel, All I Need to Get By. If you liked today’s issue, stay tuned for more because The Book Sistah also offers FREE audio classes, FREE articles, workshops, and other resources to help aspiring authors get published and market their books successfully. http://www.TheBookSistah.com.
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Mar 25 2008
Out of thousands of words in a novel, few paragraphs can stand on their own. It’s these paragraphs that everyone can relate to. It’s these paragraphs that take an old story and give it new life. It’s these paragraphs that separate authors from writers.
In Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye: “Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glare of the lover’s inward eye.”
Toni Morrison is a true artist. It’s her novels that inspire me to write. It’s her novels that weaken my knees. It’s her novels that stop me in my tracks for fear that I will fail miserably.
Where I would simply write:
The Catholic Irishman didn’t notice the little black girl.Toni Morrison writes in The Bluest Eye:
He does not see her. Because for him there is nothing to see. How can a 52 year old white immigrant storekeeper with the taste of potatoes and beer in his mouth, his mind honed on the dough-eyed Virgin Mary, his sensibilities blunted by a permanent awareness of loss, see a little black girl?
Take a listen:
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Mar 24 2008
In light of Barack Obama’s speech on Racism, I thought it appropriate to point out a post on The Huffington Post entitled, Poems about Racism.
Here’s a sample of the post:
Harlem Renaissance poet Claude MckKay’s The White House lays out more of the difficulties faced by African-Americans and speaks to the resentment that might build in a community. There is dignity and power in the poem’s rigid form.
Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,
Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,
And find in it the superhuman power
To hold me to the letter of your law!
Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate
Against the potent poison of your hate.
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Mija is a literary work and I’ve been reading poetry so that I can develop my skills writing prose. As a teenager I wrote a few poems. Not my best work. That’s for sure. But I wrote the poems at the suggestion of my eighth grade English teacher. Not since then have I studied the art of writing poetry. I’m hoping that reacquainting myself with poetry will help with specific scenes that appear in Mija.
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Mar 24 2008
Many people ask me how I have time for so many hobbies. Well, let me say that I don’t consider writing a hobby, but the painting and music I do.
Until last week, I didn’t incorporate my painting into my writing. But my recent At the Podium post with JK Rowling changed all that. In the video embedded in the JK Rowling post, we see that she drew sketches of The Harry Potter characters. This gave me the incentive to create paintings of the characters or settings in my book.
What you see in the above picture is the beginning stages of a painting for a guitar that makes its presence throughout my book. It’s not close to ready, but I decided to showcase the piece because the final product will have lyrics that will appear in the book. As a result, I won’t post the finished painting until the book finds a home with a publisher.
Writing in many ways is similar to painting. The first draft of a novel has many kinks. And the beginning stages of a painting always looks like a kindergartener’s work. Each activity needs to be nurtured. Patience is key. I’m learning that lesson slowly.
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