Choose Carefully...

Doesn't once a week go by so quickly? Have you ever gone shopping and see all these things you want, but you just don't have the money to buy it all? Then, when you do have some extra money to spend on you, just you, whatever you want, suddenly there are either fewer "wantable" items in the store or you're simply much more particular now that it's "your" money, rather than just money. It's kind of like that with a blog. I grew up in a family with many strong-willed, opinionated Irish women, so I'm never without something to say about something. Yet suddenly, I have a platform, a place I can speak my mind openly, freely, and I don't have to listen to any comment back. I do enjoy reading comments, but then they're so much easier to ignore if I don't like what they have to say...

So here I am. I can say whatever's on my mind and what do I have to say, what do I do with all this freedom of speech? I'm nearly at a loss. Suddenly, my words seem more important now and I must choose them carefully. But my thoughts have also become more important and I must choose my topic more carefully. So what do I write of? The importance of what it is I write of.

WORDS ON A PAGE

Peace overwhelming.
Joy consuming.
Love unending.

Words on a page.
How can I make them real to you?

God is so much more than our eyes can see—
What our hands can touch.
Why is the tangible so important?
When tangible things—even our own mortal bodies can become nothing in the blink of an eye?

The body struggles to survive, to make it through one more day, but in the end—the fight is in vain.
The body’s fate has been sealed—it is decaying, rotting with every passing second.

The spirit has no end.
Tomorrow will always be.
It longs to thrive vibrantly on life—
Buried beneath a tiny, dying shell.

Words on a page.
Can they paint the picture that is inside me?

A gentle breeze on a calm sea of peace and tranquility.
Brilliant colors of joy bursting within.
Raging river of love.
These are merely words lying dormant on a page beneath the eyes.
How can I make them alive to you like a volcano re-born?
I can feel the explosion within my spirit trying to consume the futility of my body.
I welcome the cleansing fire of renewal.

Words on a page.
I can’t make them real to you—hard as I may try.
There is only One who can.

Do I "Do" Poetry Now?

Someone left a comment, asking, "you do poetry now?" I find that a funny question. What writer doesn't dabble with a poem every now and again? Does it make it poetry? You be the judge. I have a list of "prose" titles, some may like to call poetry. True poets have a gift for conveying distinct images and emotion with brief, concise words. I am a writer, a novelist, who must also choose words carefully, but I also have several hundred pages to convey a message, sway the reader. Every writer could take notes from a poet, I believe.

I'm a wonderful, fulfilled, loving, giving, successful person!

I need to get on here more regularly. I want to keep my faithful readers returning! Once a week! I can do that! I had the pleasure of being involved in an awesome "Secret" party last evening and I'm energized! If you don't know "The Secret" yet, go to http://www.thesecret.tv/! I'm a wonderful, fulfilled, loving, giving, successful person!

Get Involved!

I went to a wonderful one day conference this weekend where they had none other than a big time New York editor! And she was terrific! She was approachable and I enjoyed speaking with her. She did some first page critiques and I thought she had some wonderful comments to offer. Her critique on my work was helpful and enlightening.

I was impressed before she got to her presentation. Afterward, I was down right inspired. She was informative, encouraging and a joy to have met and listened to. I learned a lot. It was an honor and a pleasure.

If you want to be a writer, get involved. Go to workshops, conferences, meet other writers, network. Don't just dream the dream. Live it to get it, then you'll be living it for the rest of your life!