The Writer's Block

a place to land, a place to stand, a place to flourish, pen in hand


via Daily Prompt: Infinite A couple's language binds them invisibly whether they're in a crowded room or lounging on their couch. Their inside jokes and knowing looks are the cement that holds the building bricks of their relationship in place.... Continue Reading →


Writing Rituals

Writing is a personal experience. At least it is for me. Sitting down to write this morning, I took notice of my office. Before I even started up my laptop I was clearing away papers, setting the chair height, and... Continue Reading →

Yes, Someday

via Daily Prompt: Someday Tammy M. was the most genuinely cheerful, beautiful friend I had growing up. I had a few friends, but Tammy? She was my partner in crime from the age of seven. Unlike me with my platinum... Continue Reading →

Shine On

via Daily Prompt: Shine Even when you're in the shadows, you can still shine. In fact, there's no better time to shine. Find, or make, your way, despite the jagged lines and the sharp drops off unknown cliffs and climbs.... Continue Reading →

Community Wars

To me, the debate between self publishing vs traditional publishing houses is akin to debating the Kindle vs the written word in paperback. This post by A. M Bradley created a discussion that I’d like to bring to The Writer’s Block community.

What are your thoughts on the various publishing options?

Which do you prefer and why?

What venue provides you with the most street cred as an accomplished and established author?

(Post shared with permission from the author)


The longer I’m online and involved in the writing community, the more hate and “wars (as I call it)” I see.
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I’m sure by now you’ve heard or read the article on Huffington Post. ( It’s an article written by a published writer who titled it, “Self-publishing: An Insult to the Written Word.
First, I want to make it clear I’m not bashing this woman, at all. She’s gotten enough hate for what she said, but that brings me back to an older post I wrote. The post is about bullying. If you are new to my blog, you can read it here: When Writers Bully Each Other.

Now, yes, bullying. When I first started writing online, I thought bullying only existed in a few writing communities – mostly the ones with lots of teenagers – but I’m starting to see that’s not the case.

In the…

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How would you like to be remembered?

When I read this post from Incredible, I was delighted to find that someone else had articulated this idea of How do you want to be remembered? and How will you be remembered? Author Frank McCourt in his book Teacher Man used the writing lesson of his students drafting their own obituaries to help them see their lives in black and white. It was a way to bring into focus a tough group of kids who needed to see the bigger picture. It might sound morbid but I believe its a wonderful way to craft and envision how you want to live now and beyond your lifespan.

There’s a quote I like, and if you know the author please share: “If you wanted me to speak kindly of you, you should have treated me better”.

How we will be remembered depends a lot on what we gave people to remember us by. There is the factor that they will be untruthful about us, but that doesn’t change our truth.

(Post shared with permission from the author)

What no one tells you about.

About a hundred years ago, a man looked at the morning newspaper and to his surprise and horror, read his name in the obituary column. The news papers had reported the death of the wrong person by mistake. His first response was shock. Am I here or there? When he regained his composure, his second thought was to find out what people had said about him. The obituary read, “Dynamite King Dies.” And also “He was the merchant of death.” This man was the inventor of dynamite and when he read the words “merchant of death,” he asked himself a question, “Is this how I am going to be remembered?” He got in touch with his feelings and decided that this was not the way he wanted to be remembered. From that day on, he started working toward peace. His name was Alfred Nobel and he is remembered today by…

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Unequally Yoked

via Daily Prompt: Uneven My upbringing was as a fundamentalist Christian since the moment of conception. Which may well have been my parent's wedding night on January 5th, 1970 as I arrived on the scene exactly eight months and twenty days... Continue Reading →

My Poison

via Daily Prompt: Tempted My Poison has a name so smooth that to speak it is to taste honey from his lips, to know the sweet fate I've chosen, and to not care. My Danger holds a thrill so unique... Continue Reading →

Zero Gravity

via Daily Prompt: Float The closest I will ever be to experiencing zero gravity is when I'm in float therapy. It lifts more than my behind. There my fat no longer binds; Epsom salt fills chunky lines, arms, legs, torso, and... Continue Reading →

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