Life sometimes takes me in crazy directions. My creativity shuts down. Words escape and my confidence as a writer slips away.
Here's a truth: A novelist writes novels, but not always. Sometimes we like to play with smaller works that yield faster results and satisfy us instantly.
Poetry, essays, short stories and flash fiction fix our craving for the craft when our bigger work is hitting a brick wall.
These bite-sized works keep us writing and rekindle our spark as writers. We want you to find them, admire them and appreciate the moments when we aren't acting as novelists but remain dedicated writers.
When my novel is on a break and my juices aren't flowing I write poetry. I write it free form with 6 words on each line. I post each line at Six Word Memoirs. You can find my sixes Here.
This is my favorite so far. I haven't posted it over there yet. I hope you enjoy the sneak peek . . .
A Dance in Earth Major by Heather Randall
Nature is a simple, alluring dance.
The blade of grass rises en pointe.
Trees stretch their branches in relevé.
Every leaf is jazz, splits merging.
Flowers bloom in modern boldness, lyrical.
Spring showers patter "shuffle ball change".
Birds partner to embrace the ballroom.
We admire, a waltz of observation.
Fresh air makes our insides sway.
Here's a truth: A novelist writes novels, but not always. Sometimes we like to play with smaller works that yield faster results and satisfy us instantly.
Poetry, essays, short stories and flash fiction fix our craving for the craft when our bigger work is hitting a brick wall.
These bite-sized works keep us writing and rekindle our spark as writers. We want you to find them, admire them and appreciate the moments when we aren't acting as novelists but remain dedicated writers.
When my novel is on a break and my juices aren't flowing I write poetry. I write it free form with 6 words on each line. I post each line at Six Word Memoirs. You can find my sixes Here.
This is my favorite so far. I haven't posted it over there yet. I hope you enjoy the sneak peek . . .
A Dance in Earth Major by Heather Randall
Nature is a simple, alluring dance.
The blade of grass rises en pointe.
Trees stretch their branches in relevé.
Every leaf is jazz, splits merging.
Flowers bloom in modern boldness, lyrical.
Spring showers patter "shuffle ball change".
Birds partner to embrace the ballroom.
We admire, a waltz of observation.
Fresh air makes our insides sway.
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