For Writer’s Digest Poem A Day, day two, I wrote in Bluesky in a couple of minutes: from where I’m sittingA glassScratched and etched from useA strawMetal, bent, and stainedA drinkCold, dark, liquid fuelA brewTo wake me up and greetThe storm. #PoemADay #Poem
Tag: Personal
The Worst of Times: A Poem
Robert Lee Brewer of Writer’s Digest has run a poem a day event during the month of April. I participated in it — and posted my poems here — eons ago. One poem so captivated my Pastor, he asked Old Testament scholars to comment on the thoughts behind it. Being scholars and me being not,…
Shake-It-Up Saturday
Shake-it-up Saturday is the sixth day of the Written Academy’s 7-Day Writing Sprint. You’re supposed to do something different or shake up your writing environment or whatever. Anything to shake up your writing routine. I’m playing with Lottie Animations.
Canada Yells Buy Canadian, eh?
Buy local, has been a carrying cry for quite some time. But “buy Canadian!” has shot up from nowhere to dominate the airwaves and social media, well, Bluesky anyway, as that’s the only one I’m on these days. I pop in to LinkedIn every once in awhile and, at times, Flickr. I wonder about the…
Quarter of a Century with Brain Injury
Reflecting on the past 25 years living with traumatic brain injury as I walk into the continuing fog of the future.
Brain Injury, Trauma, and Grief Ebook Reviews
Early readers gave this self-help ebook 4.7 stars and declared it essential, important, and highly recommended to those struggling with the trauma and grief that follows brain injury.
Reliving in Novelling
Back to novelling. The second novel in The Q’Zam’Ta Trilogy. Will I last without NaNoWriMo’s external drivers?
Two Weeks Late, Got Revelation Post Done!
I launched Scrivener, the draft appeared on screen, and I remembered. I finished my latest Revelation post for Mind Explorer.
My Left Ulnar Nerve Is Being a Bitch
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. Right now. It rarely fails, I’m doing well, settling into a rhythm and then one! two! three! My body tells me I don’t belong in this place of writing regularly, not having setbacks in my exercise and activity routines. Even though the car crash…