Write every day. A hundred words or a thousand. It doesn't matter. Pick a time when you won't be interrupted and make a date with your inner muse. It might take a few days but they'll eventually show up and you'll be on your way to a beautiful relationship. There's so much on the internet to help you with your daily writing. Prompts. Journal ideas. Challenges and contests. In April, which is National Poetry Writing Month, a bunch of us poets gather on The Waters Poetry Workshop and write a poem a day. It's a no judgment non-critique month of writing for the sheer joy of it. Join us won't you? Everyone is welcome.
Below are miscellaneous writings, mostly non-fiction.
My three brothers and I grew up on the waterfront during the ‘baby boom’ years of the 1950s. Our childhood was formed by hours of roaming in unruly packs over the great country that was Alderside Road - miles of mudflats when the tide was out, endless railway tracks, and steep paths through forests full of tree forts, Tarzan swings and pit traps.
Today I was rummaging through the garage and found a box labelled 'scrap writing'. Inside was a stack of old journals - spiral bound, stapled, decorated and plain. And yeah - a whole bunch of scrap writing. I'm actually going to toss all of these - but not without acknowledging the huge part they play in my writing.
By giving artists freedom from quotidian concerns, they are helping to shape a generation of creators who are more original and willing to take risks unseen in nearly 30 years.
Story Tracker is an app that helps writers keep track of their submissions and publications.
April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) and poets across the globe are hunkering down to write a poem a day. Every year I emerge from NaPoWriMo with 30 new poems. What a great way to start the year!
An anthology of best poetry selected by Jennifer Finstrom from the archives of Eclectica Magazine, www.eclectica.org, celebrating 20 years online.
The door clicks shut behind me as I set out across the grass. It is wet, and a bit chilly, but the trees along the avenue are bursting with the flaming colours of autumn and the backdrop of dark grey clouds broken by blades of October sunshine creates a stunning fresco for my daily walk. I am snug in my raincoat and I pick up the pace. Published in the Squamish Reporter, February 2017
Published August 10th 2008 by Grey Hen Press