Writing Tips

Five Common Reasons Behind Writer’s Block

There are several reasons why authors and poets may find themselves face-to-faced with that notorious villain known as “Writer’s Block.” Writer’s Block can last for a couple of minutes, a couple of hours, a couple of days, or even months.

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Here are some various reasons why people might face writer’s block:

  • Lack of Time to Write – trying to find time in our busy schedules can sometimes feel impossible. Many of us do not make money from our writing and so we have to sacrifice our time by going to school or work or elsewhere.
  • Sickness – we all get it. Some of us are lucky to only catch colds or flus while some of us struggle from chronic sickness and lethargy.
  • Lack of Creativity – it’s happened to every writer I know. Sometimes our well of creativity simply dries up without rhyme or reason, but that does not mean that we don’t continue to try.
  • Work – as I mentioned before. For many of us, writing is not our job. Also, for some of us, we are split between our love for writing and the enjoyment we find in our jobs.
  • Home Responsibilities – are you a parent? A sister? A brother? A spouse? An aunt? An uncle? A child? Whoever you are, I’m going to bet that you have some form or another of responsibilities at home that tug on your time and attention.

For one reason or another, writers will almost always hit that inevitable wall.

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The first step to overcoming Writer’s Block comes from the need to discover why the writer is blocked in the first place. Once you have establish the why you can work on the how to move forward. Over the next few weeks, I plan on addressing each of these concerns (as listed above) with some tips and tricks on how to combat writer’s block. You won’t want to miss this!

Which of the above reasons do you struggle with the most? Be sure to leave your comments below!

Happy Writing!

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Poetry

Let it Rain.

Just fall.

Condense, collapse

Pour down on me

Let it rain

Let it fall from the skies

Sheets, Buckets, Torrents

Of rain that blind my sight

That drowns out my hearing

That suffocates my breathing

Grey skies that darken, that roll, that rumble

Wind that howls and whips my hair into a frenzy

Fist-sized pellets of rain that sting my skin and eyes

Let it fall

Let it rain

Let it come down on me

Until I’m struggling, gasping, begging

For air.

There is a storm inside of me.

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

For a blue sky.

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Poetry

The Five Stages: Acceptance

Is it surrender or acceptance that I feel?

When I know your gone, but I wish it wasn’t real?

When I walk in your home, and wish to see your face?

When there is an emptiness, a void, that cannot be replaced?

 

Have I accepted that you are truly gone?

Does going to work mean that I have moved on?

Have I accepted that the world has changed?

That our lives have now and forever been re-arranged?

 

Have I reached acceptance?

That mysterious fifth and final stage?

 

I accept and believe that this is not the end

I accept and believe that I will one day see you again

Side-by-side-by-side, our family will reunite in Heaven

Side-by-side with Christ, who has rescued and forgiven.

 

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Poetry

Do You Want to Know What Love Is

Love is fifty plus years of marriage

Coming to a close in a room

At home while he lies

In a hospital bed

Love is how she dotes on him

Rubbing lotion in small

Circles on his skin and

Carmex on his lips

Love is how she helps to change

him and squirt water on

His dry tongue, doing

Whatever she can

Love is how he sometimes seems

To recognize her face, to touch

Her cheek with shaking fingers

And although he can no longer

Speak, his eyes show the love

And admiration he has

For the woman by his bedside.

That is love.

Poetry

Conflicting Emotions

Cascading spa-colored fabric

That ruffles down, extenuating their figures

lightly brushing against the

Silver strapped heels

*

An argument about a morphine drip

That soothes pain and yet,

Simultaneously, steals away what

Precious little time remains

*

Teardrop necklaces that rest

Perfectly between the collar bones

Kissing their skin right above

V-shaped necklines

*

Caregivers that do their best to

Give care where they can and warning

Where they cannot, whispering,

“Prepare yourself for the end.”

*

The family and friends who murmur

“Congratulations on your Engagement”

and “Our Condolences” on your grandfather’s health

In the same sentence.

*

A man that loves me with all his heart

And a man who showed me what love is

*

The best

and

The worst

Memories occurring

Side by side.

*

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Poetry

Your Arms

Are my stronghold

When I have no strength

I walk through these halls

I hold it it and smile

I nod, even though I never

Heard the question

My brain is numb

Although I swear I can hear

My heart cracking

Inch

By

Inch

But I must be

Strong

Mustn’t I?

Except for when you are around

Except for when I am held

Protected, safe, sheltered

In your arms

When I can allow myself

To be weak

And to weep

As I hear my hear

My heart shatter

Piece

By

Piece

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Poetry

What Makes a “Good” Poem

A couple months back…

After posting my winners of the End of Summer Poetry Contest, I was speaking with another blogger who asked me,

“What makes a poem good?”

Only five words long, five simple words in fact, and yet this is an extremely, insanely complex question according to most poetry “experts.” Two summers ago, I took a poetry-focused graduate college class. During this course, I was assigned and read several articles on what makes “good poetry.” These articles dealt with questions such as:

  • Should poetry be a specific form?
  • Should it rhyme?
  • Should it have certain syllables per line?
  • Should it have a certain amount of lines or stanzas?
  • Is free verse (perhaps the most popular form of poetry) a form of poetry at all?

There are literally hundreds of thousands of questions and opinions circling poetry, particularly on what makes quality poetry. Just type in “What makes poetry good?” and before you know it, you will be sucked down the rabbit hole.

So, before you fall down too deep into that vortex of confusing judgments, I’m going to offer my opinion and break it down into five simple statements:

Good Poetry:

  1. Can be in any form! Every form was invented and new forms can still be invented by involving old forms.
  2. Should use creative (but not obnoxious) diction. Figurative Language is fun!
  3. Should emotionally appeal or relate to the reader.
  4. Can captivate your readers with a story or imagery
  5. Should “Mic Drop” last line; leave your reader with something memorable!

Now, I realize that my opinion is just one of many, so take it or leave it but remember that poetry is always evolving.

What do you think of my five rules?

What would you add or take away from my list?

Happy Writing Everyone!

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Blogmas 2018

Blogmas: A Time to Remember

“Howling wind slows mid-flight

At the sound of the infant’s cry

It too must take a breath,

To watch a miracle unfold.

The baying mule pauses its whine

When it hears the baby’s laughter.

He wonders who is the cream-colored creature

Asleep in his trough of hay.

A young mother pauses her prayers

To meet the heavy eyes of a father.

Their journey reflected in his joyful eyes;

A journey of trial and triumph.

Angels of fire and light release

A breath held, a too-long pause.

Their voices crescendo, shaking the Heavens

and waking sleeping men.

Magi with presents that shine

And shimmer; complete the fervent

Journey to bow in wonder

At a bundle swathed in cloths.

And now we students pause,

Suspend our studies, to remember

A story, to take a moment to praise

The birth of a Savior.​”

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Blogmas 2018

Blogmas: The Colors of Christmas

White is the color of freshly fallen snow

A beautiful sight, I have

Yet to behold

Green is the color of prickly pine leaves

That hold precious ornaments

On lopsided Christmas trees

Yellow is the color of a heavenly star

That caused three wise men 

To travel afar

Red is the color that I love the best

That fills me with cheer

That shows I am blessed

Red is the color of my Savior so dear

Who was born and died to

Make my sins clear

Red is the color of love and joy

Although he came wrapped in no ribbons

This perfect Christmas baby boy

 

Happy Blogmas Everyone!

How are your blogmas posts coming along? Don’t forget to submit your favorite blogmas post in the Blogmas Contest!

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Blogmas 2018

Blogmas: Colors Reflected on Wet Pavement

One of my favorite parts about the Christmas season are all the different colors and pretty lights! There is just something so joyful and encouraging about seeing bright multi-colored light reflected off of rain soaked pavement. Don’t you think?

“The wet pavement reflects my heart

Perhaps a bit worn, perhaps a bit damp

But ultimately it celebrates the coming

Of bright, twinkling lights

And warm Eskimo kisses

Shared between lovers

And family alike.”

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