#thewritersblock

Sometimes, the Muse doesn't come to visit for a while and you are forced to be your own inspiration.

Watching my life packed into boxes has been less nauseating than I expected, but there’s still the attic to tackle. Where there was artwork next to vining plants and tchotchkes from my years of travel

The file arrived on my desk at 4:50 pm on a Friday. Remains of my fourth cup of coffee lay like sludge in the styrofoam cup on my desk, their rancid smell urging me to peel out early if I could go unnoticed.

We kick off April with of course, April Fools Day. A day during which pranking people is expected. The origins of the day is uncertain. It has been linked to the ancient Roman festival of Hilaria which

So… The lows have been low lately. It's not all bad, but wowza, there's a hell of an undertow. I got this poem climbing out of one such low. It feels like Rumi, to me. The conversation. The wisdom. The

Poetry is often like bleeding words, or painting therapeutic pictures of moments in time. Thoughts and emotions are purged into art. Whirlpool It’s sweet of you To ask how I feel, But I don’t think you

I’ve been hiding lately, needing downtime and me time. Binge-watching Shadowhunters and Arrow on Netflix and editing manuscripts has been my go-to, rather than recording music and doing videos. Sometimes

Nothin’s gonna fill this empty, Only thing I can do is give. String some notes together, This is the way I live. Spread myself out into nothing, Just a speck in space, Stardust seeking company, Music gives

What an exciting time for Steemhouse Publishing! We have new faces on the team and fresh new energy in leadership. With our first book launch drawing nearer every day, it seems the time is right to give

My window frames a soft painting In shades of grey and green and brown, Tree bows weighed down By the cold, fluffy presence of water. Water that will melt and flow When Spring finally sneaks in, Many weeks

Kindness like a knife-edge whisper: It’s okay, you deserve this. Stop holding joy at arm’s length Like a long-denied kiss. But the mind’s torture persists, Insists it must be heard, Serving penance for

The Steemhouse representative at Anarcapulco will be me, @michelios . In fact, I’m already here, in Acapulco, killing time on the beach until the conference. I didn’t publish much on Steem in the two years

source "I'm heading out for some pig's ears," he said. "In a pig's ear, you are," she muttered. Sure, he was going to the store for pig’s ears. He drove to the Farm and Fleet with the

I’m rewriting one of my manuscripts and listening to epic music while crafting sex scenes. Yep. Sure am. This poem is my way to procrastinate. The good news is I’m about fifty pages from the end of this

From every indication, it does seem that I am now writing poetry. I can say that it's great catharsis. @katrina-ariel, thank you for listening to me rage and vent, and for inspiring me to poem (which

There I was again this morning, on my mat with words coming. Had to stop and get my notebook to let them out. It’s amazing how many times lyrics start flowing when I’m doing yoga, moving energy around.

What a milestone for The Writers’ Block! Yesterday, UPS delivered the first proof copy of High Kill, soon to be our maiden book launch in the U.S. and English-speaking international markets. This is a

What do readers get from your book? How do you reward them for spending their time in your fictional world? source: Goodreads I read this book more than once over the years, and as always, I keep forgetting

The sword in me trembles, Raging, Wanting to slice through Rules and stupidity, Banks and governments, Fine print and followers. The warrior in me Screams But I am silent. The place where the cries Are