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#WednesdayFreeWrite – WAKE ME WHEN IT’S OVER

WAKE ME WHEN IT’S OVER

“Wake me when it’s over,” she wrote

our wondrous prompstress

that loving and devoted poet

who guides us

through these days

of writing

creating

being

offering us a safe space

within which

we confide

laugh

sex each other up

(okay,

admittedly

that’s my job)

WAKE all of us

from the fear of sharing

unedited

raw

possibly full of mistakes

writing

so personal

and unique

that is The Inky Path

Teach ME

to feel confident

in the inner rhythm

that thumps in my heart

beats in my blood

lives in my bones

and fights to make it onto the paper

every time I write

that is The Inky Path

Hold me

in the comfort of strangers

who have so quickly

become family

WHEN I’m at my lowest

foundering on the edges

trying to gather

the pieces of myself

and continue

that is The Inky Path

IT’S a glorious endeavor

this thing we call writing

this beast who burns

within our souls

taking on so many different

shapes and forms

representing our

many and varied selves

coming together

to make this whole

that is The Inky Path

I say it all the time

again and again

OVER and over

I have yet to find such a place

so open and safe

warm and passionate

giving and full of grace

nor such beautiful souls

bursting with creative juju

overflowing with love

imbibing on the sexy of our brilliant union

that is The Inky Path

Wake me when it’s over?

Fuck that shit

I never want to sleep

I just want to live

breathe

love

laugh

write

that is The Inky Path

This is my love note to my writing group The Inky Path and all of my lovely Inksters – I am one lucky bitch to have found all of y’all. Here’s to a most brilliant 2016 for all of us. Mad love to everyone. Fuck yeah.

My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

#ThursdayThoughts

Truth

#ThursdayThoughts

Always

#TeaserTuesday – JUMA, The Keeper Series Book Two

#WednesdayFreeWrite – MY ROCK

MY ROCK

My rock

walked into my office

one day

with her perfect hair

and string of pearls

speaking in clipped consonants

and proper enunciation

took one look around

and said “Hello,

I’m Emily Thompson.”

My crusty heart

whispered “fuck her and those pearls”

crossed my fingers

and hoped she would keep it moving

because the last thing

I had the time or patience for

was one of “those” types

Emily Thompson

proved to be anything

but

She cursed like a sailor

ranted like a mad woman

raged like a beast

and made me laugh

like no other

all while wearing those damn pearls

and rocking that goddamned

perfect hair

We danced around each other

for months

feeling the other out

wondering what made the other tick

appreciating the quiet resolve

understanding the need for privacy

thrilling in the love of books

finally letting down our guard

long enough

to realize we were

mirror-selves

swimming in a pool

of bizarre commonalities

I’m so glad

I let her in

because these days

hardly anyone gets over my walls

there’s no time

and even less patience

But something about Emily Thompson

got under my skin

and did things to me

few were able

We don’t have to

talk all the time

to understand each other

and know we’re loved

In fact

we don’t have to talk at all

and are perfectly happy

in each other’s presence

the silence both comforting

and calm

She gets me

and that’s rare

She loves me

and at times

that’s fucking unheard of

(I am quite impossible)

She’s my person

my comfort

my rock

and I love her.

Madly.

My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

#ThursdayThoughts

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Found” Writing

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Grab a book, make some “found” writing, and share it with me…

Originally posted on Write Bitches:

My writing group, THE INKY PATH, led by Jena Schwartz and Cigdem Kobu, engages in a unique and fun writing exercise every Friday, from leaving handwritten notes for ourselves and others to yesterday’s prompt to make “found” writing.

What is “found” writing, you ask. According to Jena and Cigdem, it’s simple:

1. Pick a book off a shelf with your eyes closed. 

2. Open to page 45, and write down the last word (or three) from each line.

3. Leave it as is, or use it to spin into something new.

4. Feel free to add punctuation, skip a line, write the words as poetry or prose — anything goes. 

For my “found” writing, I picked Jhumpa Lahiri’s THE NAMESAKE off my bookshelf, turned to page 45, and started collecting last words and phrases. I discussed my final piece with Jena and noted how interesting it was that page…

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#ThursdayThoughts

No regrets

Just bumps and bruises to build upon my inherent badassery

#PauseForPoetry – D + J Redux

D + J Redux

I wear a pretty big sign

Across my chest

On my forehead

In my eyeballs

Do not trespass

Do not touch

And I don’t think she gives a fuck

I told her she was ugly

And she laughed

I told her she was stupid

And she quoted some random poetry

That left my head spinning

I told her I was made of thorns and nettles

And she put on some gloves

I pushed her

And she pushed me back

I disappeared and found countless others

To sink myself into

All the while

Thinking of her

She is loads of fuckery and trouble

She is too much too fast

She is heat and touch and gentleness

All things I cannot afford

She is light and laughter

And I am a black pit of poison

I told her this

In an effort to save her

And she laughed

And said she was here to save me so bring it

I wear a pretty big sign

Across my chest

On my forehead

In my eyeballs

Do not trespass

Do not touch

And I don’t think she gives a fuck

But she better start

This poem is inspired by Dutch and Juma and is, in fact, in book two of The Keeper Series, JUMA. So for any of y’all reading this, it’s a teaser of what’s to come. Of course, I still have a ton to write, but it’s getting written, it’s happening, and it’s really fucking good. At least for me, the writer, it is – for any of you readers out there who like your romance simple and straight-forward, JUMA is going to have you in fits. But good fits…trust me on this one.

#TalkToMyAgent

Life is quite ironic sometimes.

The most amazing things can happen, right alongside some of the most intense and crazy shit. And of course, at such times, the good is eclipsed by the bad, because the amazing stuff almost always gets lost in the shuffle of the nasty and foul.

Without going into detail, suffice to say, such has been my life as of late.  ALL of the good has gotten lost in the shit storm. I haven’t celebrated any of the victories I’ve experienced this Fall because my head has been wrapped around all kinds of crazy.

But whatever – shit happens.

I’m not going to complain, mostly because I know outside of my little existence, is a whole other level of shit-storming going on that makes mine look like child’s play.

Instead I’m going to put some shine on the good, the awesome, the epic.

If you read my little love letter to Meredith Wild, you know she’s been helping me in all kinds of ways, from hooking me up with the girls at Bare Naked Words, Wendy and Claire, my favorite Brits ever, to introducing me to her brilliant editor, Helen Hardt.

That’s just some of the good that’s happened the last couple of months.

But the really, really exciting news is that Meredith passed DUTCH along to her agent and guess what? Her agent loves DUTCH, so much so that she wanted to sign me as one of her clients.

FUCK YEAH, bitches.

It’s official!!

I am represented by

(the very badass)

KIMBERLY BROWER

of the

Rebecca Friedman Literary Agency

Kimberly is amazing and tireless and so damn enthusiastic about DUTCH that I can’t help but get caught up in her excitement and maybe even believe a little that something big might happen for me and my writing career. I’m not letting such thoughts occupy the forefront of my mind – that’s Kimberly’s job and I’m more than happy to let her do her thing – but I would be lying if I didn’t admit to here and there, feeling a twinge of hope and a touch of delight.

So there you have it – my good news.

And hopefully in the near future, I’ll be coming back to y’all with even more sweet words.

Fingers crossed for me and Kimberly and Dutch and Juma and all of their nasty sexy.