FROM WHENCE IT COMES?

                                           

Its  Blog Day for the

                                      INSECURE WRITER’S SUPPORT GROUP

                                                             

The first Wednesday of each month, members of IWSG announce a question that members can answer in their IWSG Day post. These questions may prompt you to share insight or a personal experience or story. Remember, the question is optional.

IWSG was founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh and is a forum of writers who gather to talk about writing and the writer's life. 

Remember, the question is optional.

 

The awesome co-hosts for the August 5 posting of the IWSG are Susan Baury Rouchard, Nancy Gideon, Jennifer Lane, Jennifer Hawes, Chemist Ken, and Chrys Fey!

 Quote: “Although I have written a short story collection, the form found me and not the other way around. Don’t write short stories, novels, or poems. Just write your truth and your stories will mold into the shapes they need to be.” 

 

August 5 question: Have you ever written a piece that became a form, or even a genre you hadn’t planned on writing in? Or do you choose a form/genre in advance? 

Actually, I have written in a genre I hadn’t planned...

One that I never knew existed.
One day... 

A poem came to me...

I know... not that unusual...

But this time...

The poem came not from my thoughts...

But from somewhere “within”...

Like heartburn that finally surfaces and releases...

This burn was a poem that asked to be written...

So I wrote it... 

It was a different style then I had ever used.

A month or so later... 

Writer’s Digest had a writing contest...

One category was Non-rhyming Poetry.

Hmm? I thought.

Should I? Will I?

I did.

But before entering...

I was curious to see if there was a name for this type of poem.

Yup, there is:

Anadiplosis 

A repetition of the last word or any prominent word in a sentence or clause, at the beginning of the next, with an adjunct idea.”

Here’s my poem:

 

NIGHT OF THE LIVING SAD

 

We walk among you

You the normal ones

Ones that had childhoods of unquestioned love

Love from parents with no issues

Issues of depression and scary bouts

Bouts that caused sadness’ hidden

Hidden, in pillows sopped with tears

Tears of shame, and wanting

Wanting to be like other kids 

Kids with no twisted emotions 

Emotions wrought in a bedroom 

Bedroom: a haven, a prison, a trap 

Trapped by another’s desires

Desires for what was not meant yet

Yet I survived

Survive still

Still

 

I haven’t heard about the contest yet...

But am keeping my fingers crossed.

So?

Ever hear of this type of poem?

And/or...

Did a genre ever prod you to write?

Or are you an plotter?

 

Always,

Em-Musing                          

YO! BOT

                                   

                                                       It's Blog Day for the 

INSECURE WRITER’S SUPPORT GROUP

                                                             

The first Wednesday of each month, members of IWSG announce a question that members can answer in their IWSG Day post. These questions may prompt you to share insight or a personal experience or story. Remember, the question is optional.

IWSG was founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh and is a forum of writers who gather to talk about writing and the writer's life. 

Remember, the question is optional.

The awesome co-hosts for the July 1 posting of the IWSG are Jenni Enzor, Beth Camp, Liesbet,Tyrean Martinson, and Sandra Cox! 

July 1 question: There have been many industry changes in the last decade, so what are some changes you would like to see happen in the next decade

The changes that I’d like to see in our industry are:

BOTS for authors a.k.a.—YoBot

Yup…  

It’d work like this:

You’re working on a manuscript...

YoBot would read your manuscript...

After scanning the web for information on killer manuscripts...

YoBot would edit and make suggestions... 

YoBot would choose the best genre fit...

YoBot would scan the web...

Finding agents or publishers who are accepting your genre...

YoBot would write & send query letters and/or synopses...

If you get rejected...

YoBot would put a comforting message on your desktop... 
And then...

YoBot would then send out more queries...

When your query got a hit...

YourBot would work with the agent’s or publisher’s bots...

Until it was time to actually talk with said agent.

Now…

If self-publishing was your path...

YoBot would upload your manuscript to places like: KDP, IngramSpark, BookBaby, etc.

YoBot would take care of all the accounting details...

And then YourBot would design a failproof advertising/marketing plan

To be specific:

YoBot would do 90% of all the blah, blah details of getting published... 

Ultimately, freeing up more time for you to write. 

Ah yes...

"Time to Write" - the holy grail for authors.

So?

What would you like your own personal YoBot to do for you?

         

Always,

Em-Musing         

OH MY PANTIES! Yet another panty story

I’ve been dealing with a very annoying little brat lately. 

Everyday I have to fight, cajole, or 
beg her to do her work. I'd like to 
punish her but: 
Will she get more obstinate? 
More Whiny?
More infuriating?

Here's a sample of one of our exchanges:

Little Girl Me:    I HATE IT!!!!!!!

Big Girl Me:        I know you don’t like social media but    
                          you  have to do it.

Little Girl Me:   WHY?

Big Girl Me:       Other authors do it.

Little Girl Me:   Who cares?

Big Girl Me:       I care. And it works. To get reviews, sell 
                         my book.                                      

Little Girl Me:   So why you don’t just get an agent?

Big Girl Me:        I tried. Didn’t happen. Time to self-pub.

Little Girl Me:    So why do I have to suffer?

Big Girl Me:        We’re in this together, remember?

Little Girl Me:    I signed up only for the fun stuff—     
                          writing. Not the dumb boring stuff.

Big Girl Me:       Well it’s time to put your big girl panties 
                         on and just do it. . .otherwise. . .

Little Girl Me:   Otherwise what?

Big Girl Me:       Otherwise I won’t let you have your 
                         favorite ice cream-mint chocolate chip.                                     
                         

Little Girl Me:   I thought you were trying to lose weight?  

Big Girl Me:       What? Are you my conscience now?

Little Girl Me:   Fine! I’ll do it. But I want 4 scoops!

Big Girl Me:       Deal!          

So?

Do you struggle with doing all that must be done to be 

self-published?

Always,

Em-Musing

•