Why Writing Poetry Makes for Good Storytelling

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A Writer's Path

by Liam Cross

My Unwritten Rules For Writing

Me, personally, I’ve always been a huge believer of two key things when it comes to writing, and those things are: writing every single day in some way, shape or form, and also, branching out in your writing and walking into any unexplored avenue you uncover.

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Saturday is for Sharing – David L. Faucheux

Post #118

Saturday is for Sharing

Across Two Novembers: A Year in the Life of a Blind Bibliophile

by David L. Faucheux

#6 in a Series of Guest Authors

Miss Opal & Lynda

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Meet David L. Faucheux

Across Two Novembers: A Year in the Life of a Blind Bibliophile




David, I’ve been hearing so many good reports on your first book, Betweeen Two Novembers.  I am so pleased to present your book and hear your thoughts today on SCAN.

Our readers will know so much more about you and your life-long love of books and reading. I have a few questions for you this morning. Thanks so much for accepting our invitation to be our Guest Author today!


Q_ What could you never live without? And, why? What wold happen if this would go away?   

David_ Books and libraries. Let me tell you why and how I actually wanted to make my love of books and libraries my job. Part of this essay is taken from an article I wrote in 2001, at a time before Bookshare had taken off, before Kindle and eBooks, before Audible and BARD.

“What is a library?” Depends on whom you ask, right? For me, this question immediately conjures up that hot summer many years ago. My guide dog, Nader, and I had just entered library school at the Louisiana State University School of Library and Information Science in Baton Rouge. I had been emailing the dean for months, endeavoring to discuss the many concerns I had. Yes, I knew I was throwing the faculty and other LSU officials a proverbial curve ball. I was sitting in the auditorium, wondering what I was doing there, overdressed in a silk tie and linen blazer, and listening to the dean talk about professionalism and what that meant, with Nader was blissfully half-dozing at my feet, tail occasionally twitching.

It may seem almost ironic to some that a blind person would even be interested in a profession that upon first consideration might seem to be so dependent on sight. For as long as I can remember, my interest in reading has been counterbalanced by the scarcity of braille and recorded materials. As a result of eagerly awaiting the next book in the mail during school breaks, having my aunt look up words in her encyclopedia during long weekend visits, later having the 145-volume 1959 edition Braille World Book literally at my fingertips during junior high study hall, and developing various strategies to obtain materials in high school and college, I have become increasingly concerned with the availability of print materials to the blind library patron.

“But what do I get from a library?” you continue to wonder. For me, that question is complicated by my rapid vision loss. I remember as a child during the endless summers of swimming lessons and crafts classes also going to the public library with my mother and brothers. They looked at shelves of books, adult novels for her, and books my mother thought we would like. She often read to us before bed. I remember wondering if breakfasting on green eggs and ham would be half as repulsive as the Dr. Seuss character Sam-I-Am insisted and if buying a feline as sagacious as The Cat in the Hat would be possible. I remember liking the stereopticon slides that lived in a box that reposed on top of one of the low bookcases in the children’s room below a window. I even listened to the long-playing recordings of what I later learned were Newbery books. I just thought they were funny-smelling records with a silhouette of a profile and a gold medallion. They were never long enough. I was always running out of books to hear.

“But isn’t a library more?” you persist. Yes, it is. After I lost my remaining vision, I turned more and more to a different kind of library: a postal library. That’s right, a postal library. Let me explain. The Library of Congress National Library Service for the Blind and Physically Handicapped is a network of cooperating regional libraries that serves those who meet the qualifications. I would receive mysterious black cardboard–later blue plastic–containers full of slow-playing records. My talking book machine was my magic carpet to such fantastic realms as Oz, the center of the earth, the moon, Venus, the Italy of Romeo and Juliet, and the mitochondria of a cell. I endured the exquisite suspense of Madeline L’Engle, laughed at The Jack Tales and some Scott Corbett books, and was scared to death by several John Bellairs books. I had a hard and fast rule: Talking books were for home, and braille books were for school. I rarely wavered from this rule. And then 4-track, slow-speed cassettes made their appearance. I enjoyed the portability, ease of storage, and knowing that each pale green box held hours of listening and even a kind of para-social-friendship. I learned to speed-listen. I used the variable speed control switch to gradually increase the speed of the machine. This made reading books such as Jennings’s Aztec, Clavell’s Noble House, or Michener’s Texas faster by 50 percent. I do also remember the torture of waiting for the library in Baton Rouge to send a replacement for a cassette that had the impertinence to break before I had finished it.

And I’m glad that because of so many online and physical resources today, I never have to wonder what I’d do if books and libraries disappeared!


Q_ What would you like to know more about? 

David_  I  have always been subtly aware of scents and fragrances. Certain perfumes take me back. One day in 1996 when a student came into my braille class, I instantly thought of my sixth grade teacher. The student’s perfume was Wind Song, by Prince Matchabelli. This floral perfume was launched in 1953 and has top notes of coriander, orange leaf, mandarin orange, tarragon, neroli, bergamot, and lemon. Middle notes include cloves, carnation, orris root, jasmin, ylang-ylang, rose, and Brazilian rosewood. The base notes that anchor this fragrance are sandalwood, amber, musk, benzoin, vetiver, and cedar. The ingredients seem so exotic and sing of foreign climes,  mystery, and romance.


Q_ Tell us about how you began to write your book.  Please give us a sample page  that would sum up what the book is about and give us insight into your themes.

David_ My book was written to take you into my world. I wanted my voice to be heard. Seems today, everyone is being heard somewhere: on a reality TV show or on Twitter, Facebook, or other online venues. I wanted to add my voice to the growing field of memoirs by blind authors. In any event, I put the fears of writing and disclosing aside and jumped in. Here is how I explain it in the introduction to Across Two Novembers: A Year in the Life of a Blind Bibliophile, which I am now attempting to have produced as an audio abridgement, as well as in print and e-book formats, with a slightly different title.

I have long wanted to write and publish something, be it an historic novel, a young adult novel, or nonfiction. When, in November 2013, Dr. Katherine Schneider asked me to read and review her just–published Occupying Aging, I conquered my usual reservations: Would I be a good reviewer? Would I be able to write something interesting and help her book sales? I dove in and came up with this review, which appeared on http://www.goodreads.com:

This book, with its mixture of the quotidian and sublime, stands as an interesting glimpse into the life of one early 21st–century woman. Schneider, a retired psychologist, recounts a year of thoughts and events in this journal. Her ruminations on death, spirituality, dogs, and navigating the landscape of the sighted as a totally blind inhabitant of her Wisconsin college town are enlightening. Touches of humor involving Fran, her Seeing Eye® dog, add a sense of fun.

As someone who is acquainted with Dr. Schneider (we have exchanged emails), I could wish I occupied my forties quite as well as she does her sixties. The proactive attempts to educate about disability issues, the volunteering, and the public speaking are outstanding. Maybe some of her enthusiasm for life will rub off on all her readers.—An excellent vade mecum, a handbook, for handling the uncertainties of retirement.

While reading her book and formulating my review, I thought, Oh! I just might be able to write something in this journal–type format. So I jumped in right then, not waiting to begin on the more traditional January 1. I thought that to wait was to postpone indefinitely and fail; to start could mean a chance at a successful resolution. Who says a journal has to run from January 1 to December 31 to be of interest?

So, everyone, here goes nothing!

Q_ What is your idea of the perfect job? What would you be doing if it were your job? What do you think is the best job ever? Wold this be Plan A for your life?

David_ I would like to collaborate on a multi-media project documenting a group of students pursuing the MFA in Gastronomy offered by Boston University. What a book that would make! It would be along the lines of Snapshots from Hell, released in the early 1990s, about the author’s quest to obtain a Stanford MBA, or that book One L , by Scott Turow, that describes his first year of Harvard Law School. The project could be built around several students and their experiences with course work, internships, and even early employment.

Q_If you could write or commission any kind of book, what would it be?

David_  I have several ideas and will briefly discuss each below. They range from fictional biography to historic fiction and end with a short story collection.

* Empress Eugénie of France: She was just as interesting as Empress Elizabeth of Hapsburg or Queen Victoria, two of her contemporaries. But I find no writer today who has done anything with her, either fictionalized or straight biography. If French writers have covered her, I have not located the translations. She lived at a particularly interesting time and reigned over the carnival that was the empire of Napoleon III. It all came tumbling down in 1871, and she later lost her son in a hunting accident in South Africa. She lived until 1920. Surely, if Marie Antoinette rates high enough, Empress Eugénie should.

Eugénie lived during a time of convulsive change. Three empires toppled during her lifetime. The new nations of Germany and Italy were born.

* Inca: Gary Jennings wrote Aztec. (Actually, there were several follow-up novels to his Aztec, but it was Aztec that was outstanding; the others were possibly written at the suggestion of an editor to cash in on Aztec’s success). I always hoped Jennings would live long enough to write about the Inca, to do for that South American people what Aztec did for Mexico.

* A short story collection about my days at a residential school for the blind: I could possibly do this with some guidance. This type of school is rapidly fading from memory. Most blind students today are mainstreamed into public schools. In the 1970s, this was not always the case.


David L. Faucheux

Author of Across Two Novembers: A Year in the Life of a Blind Bibliophile



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#ShareAReviewDay – Walking by Inner Vision by Lynda McKinney Lambert

Thank you MARCIA for posting this review of my book! It looks great. I really appreciate this so much.

The Write Stuff

This morning, it is my pleasure to welcome Lynda McKinney Lambert to The Write Stuff. Lynda is sharing a review of her book of stories and poems, Walking by Inner Vision. I know you folks will really enjoy this one, and will share it on all your social media. Thanks so much!


“Walking by Inner Vision” Book Review
Posted on 5/1/2017
by Beckie Horter

Celebrating our successes as visually impaired people is an essential step on the journey to healing.Peer advisor, Lynda McKinney Lambertknows this firsthand.

Celebrating in a Memorable Way

After profound vision loss in 2007 due to Ischemic Optic Neuropathy, Lynda did not use a computer for almost two years. When she finally did relearn her way around the computer with the help of adaptive technology, she decided to celebrate in a memorable way. She started a blog.

Lynda’s blog, “Walking by Inner Vision,” grew…

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3.2.1. Quote Me Challenge

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Post #116

Thank you, Joan Myles

Website: http://jewniquelymyself.com

for inviting me to join the3.2.1. Quote Me Challenge

Note:  I created two new commentaries on the topic of Discovery for this challenge.



Quote #1

Disruption – Discovery – Recovery

My non-linear right brain worked overtime for the past few days as I thought  about the theme for this challenge.  I think that Discovery is a journey which brings friends along with it for company. Discovery can be a lonely path at times because we have research and self-searching to do. Overall, we hae fellow travellers on the path that we meet up with from time to time. Our travels bring satisfaction and new discoveries. We grow.


My Visual Artist’s mind asked,


 “How can I write about this theme? What is it, exactly? Is it a noun? A verb? What will I do with this word? I need pictures! I see the world in visual images – iconography, imagery, pictures.  Even with the profound sight loss I have, I still see everything in pictures – images.  Everything in my world is created in pictorial dimensions. I sift through everything I encounter through visual measurements and signifiers.” 


Each time my thoughts turned to Discovery, two other words are standing right there beside the idea, Discovery. I looked away, tried to clear my mind.  No, it is just one word that I want to explore. But, no! The other two words remained fixed in a defiant stance.  I gazed in frustration through my blurry eyes at this trio.  Ah, triplets. That is what I see.


“It’s getting too complicated. I’ll have to turn them into an equation to figure out this problem. But an equation is a left brain activity,” I complained.


The trio in my mind looks like this:


Disruption = Discovery + Recovery

Or, consider it this way:

Disruption + Discovery= Recovery


Are you feeling like I am over-thinking my response to the word, Discovery?


Initially, my intuition softly nudged me to consider a partnership between the 2 words, Discovery and Recovery.  “Perhaps, they might be a pair?” I asked.

Discovery and Recovery might be twin sisters. Each, a mirror image of the other? Can one exist apart from the other?


Soon, I realized that Discovery and Recovery must first have a push of some sort, so they could work together. They need something else to drive them into action. What could give them the get-up-and-go they needed?  At this point, I realized there must be a prime mover to get them started – and that would be Disruption!  Disruption is the prime mover, the impetus for the actions that bring us to the discovery of new ideas, ways of thinking, new creations.  Disruption and Discovery bring us to a healing place of Recovery.


Some days nothing seems to go as planned.  Unexpected challenges can come on us with no warning. We can get turned around and even lost at times.


Discovery and Recovery are necessary elements of creativity.  The art-making process requires a great deal of discovery during the process of creating something new.  In order to make discoveries we must take action of some sort to begin to discover content.


For example, in creating a drawing, a blank piece of paper is what we begin with.

The blank piece of paper has no content as we observe it on the desk.  But, we pick up a pencil or crayon and put a mark of any kind on that paper and instantly we have content. Just a dot or a comma or a swirl or a slash – it is content.  In destroying the pristine surface of the blank page, content arrives and there is a moment of discovery as we apprehend what has transpired.


Mark-making changes everything.


The combination of the plain sheet of paper, plus the marks drawn on it have brought new possibilities. Disrupting the surface of the paper developed new nformation and a different point of view.


Discovery comes through disruption or tearing apart of what existed.

Once there is a disturbance or a destruction, then the recovery process can begin.


As I worked on this theme, I discovered my own history.  When I lost my sight nearly eleven years ago, it was a major Disruption.  I can say it has taken me all this time – eleven years – to realize that the Discoveries I’ve been making through this experience have brought me to a new place in my life.  In just the past few months, over the course of this summer, I am developing a new awareness of what makes me satisfied and what brings me peace.  Through Disruption of the world as I knew it, I’ve made Discoveries that I could never have known about. Renewal has entered into my life and I am learning how to bloom where I am planted, at last.




Quote #2:

Creating a Lesson Plan


For those who work in higher education, August is an intense month dedicated to  preparations for the upcoming first semester of a new school year. In my own recollections, August was a pivot month; it shifts from summer holidays and relaxation to a month of dedicated research, discovery, course development and creation  of the syllabus.


On the first day of a new semester, professors give each student a syllabus that outlines the entire course. Students will read the syllabus which contains  information they will need for successfully completing the course in the next fifteen  weeks. My syllabi were detailed so that students clearly understood what my expectations were for the course.


Professors write  a new syllabus for each of the courses.  I enjoyed this tedious job very much. It was like creating a work of art. You begin with nothing – a blank slate – Everyting is possible at this point.

You add a bit here and a piece  of something else there; as you continue your own reading and researching, you keep adding information that you want to cover with your students.  But, it is a tricky business, this syllabus. It is a challenge that is much like creating a painting or writing a score of music.


The most difficult part of this job is to look at the broad array of information available, and sift through it all to decide what you will include and what you will discard. After all your research and shifting of ideas, the course eventually materializes and you are set to go.


When August comes, I think about how the students will be back in the classroom

I’m retired now. Yet,  I stop to think about the intense research I did for each course I presented.  The research led to new discoveries no matter how many years I taught the course. There were always new facts and new revelations in the Humanities field. It was always exciting and ever-changing.


I’ve always  thrived on change and challenges.

Discoveries can bring changes. Some are positive and exciting.

I believe each new day in our life can bring discoveries that enrich us if we look for them.

We may not score a perfect “A” for each of our projects, but we can pick up where we left off and begin again.

Let’s let our  new discoveries guide us and enrich us as we continue on the course of life.



Three lovely people I ask to accept the challenge are:

EC at  http://Yecheilyah Ysrayl <yecheilyah@yecheilyahysrayl.com>

Beckie Ann at

Beckie Ann Horter | This Abiding Walk


Amy  at  https://amybovaird.com/

The word I offer for your consideration is: Flight.

Can’t wait to get your take!

These are the rules I was given:


*              Thank the person who invited you & share their website link

*              Post 2 quotes for the dedicated topic of the day – Discovery (for Lynda’s challenge)

*              Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me Challenge’

*              And give them a topic/word – Flight


There is no specific deadline, although it says topic of the day, and one can choose to answer whenever one wishes.

The word I chose for my 3 invited guests is FLIGHT.


This 3.2.1. Quote Me Challenge essay is brought to you by the author, Lynda McKinney Lambert.

View Publications Page for updates on my stories and poems being published.

Walking by Inner Vision.

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Copyright August 9, 2018. Lynda McKinney Lambert. All rights reserved.





Elusive realities: Lynda McKinney Lambert ~ William’s Red Roses

Re-Blogging this beautiful presentation of one of my stories, by Sue Vincent on her blog “Illusive Realities.” This story is in my latest book, “Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems.” No wonder my book sales have DOUBLED LAST MONTH. My stories are uplifting and beautiful and good for the Human Heart. Thank you Sue for publishing my work.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

image of rose against a dark skyImage: Sue Vincent

Early morning is my favorite time of day. My habit is to walk into the bathroom, pull up the blind, and peer outside to see what this new day is like. When I looked out the window early this morning, it was not yet daylight. The world was a soft, hazy, grayish blue. Snow! Newly fallen snow covered the earth like a pristine, frigid blanket. The wind was not blowing and the fresh day seemed eerily still. Even the early morning shrieks of black crows were absent. I glanced out over the wooded hillside, far beyond this second–story window. Everything was quiet. Subdued. Bleak.

A winter storm moved in yesterday, just as the weather reports predicted. By noon, the rural roads in our neighborhood were already covered with the kind of large snowflakes that quietly surrounded everything. There is something about the anticipation of a snowstorm that…

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Elusive Realities: Lynda McKinney Lambert – A Visitation from Butterflies

From my latest book, a story of a gentle encounter with the Divine.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

Image: Sue Vincent

When I see a butterfly in a summer field, it brings back a specific memory. The impressions are as vivid as they were nine years ago, when I witnessed something miraculous! My rare observation was not in warm weather, nor was it outside in a field of flowers. What I witnessed took place on a frigid winter day in a large urban hospital room, in the Intensive Care Unit.

I watched quietly while two butterflies played together in the stillness of thin air, as though time had vanished. This vision I saw happened unexpectedly, just a couple of months after I lost most of my eyesight to a rare disease. I had not yet had any rehabilitation or training and could no longer see my own face in a mirror.

I lingered for hours at the bedside of our daughter, Heidi Melinda. She was in a medically…

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Saturday is for Sharing – Frieda Taller

27 July 2018

Post 113

SCAN is hosted by

Lynda McKinney Lambert

& Miss Opal

If you are NEW to SCAN




Guest Author: 

Frieda Taller

Note:  Normally, we publish our SATURDAY IS FOR SHARING feature on Saturday. But, this week, I am on a trip to New York City, so this feature will be coming out  Thursday night.


Hi Frieda – Miss Opal & I are pleased to present you today as our Guest Author. 

I understand you have published an e-book of your poetry.  Congratulations!   It is nice to feature a person who is just in the beginning stages of publishing poetry.

I’d like to hear more about you.


My first thought is to ask you about your name. I think it is unusual and I’d love to know the story behind it.


Q_What do you think about your name? Do you use your own name for your writing? If not, what name do you use? Tell us more about your name.

Answer: My name is Frieda, and I like it so much that I cringed whenever someone misspelled it. Fridz is the shorthand I used for my name and only people that are close to me call me with that name.

Frieda is a combination of my father and my mother’s name. It turned out so unique that most of the people I met like it, too. I also Googled its meaning, and it means peace and beauty, and that added up to my confidence. Because of its uniqueness, I use it with my writing. It’s a brand I carry, and I’m very proud of it.


Q_What do you look for in a personal relationship? Do you like a lot of friends and acquaintances? Or, a select few that know you well?

Answer: I consider myself a friendly person. I have a different set of friends: grade school, high school, college and colleagues from the different companies I work with. I also have friends from all over the world that I met through social media, but I still keep a few close friends that I share things intimately.

I get acquainted easily with people of different ages. I like talking to them and learning things about them especially their cultures. It keeps me inspired, and made me see the world without traveling.

That’s why I never believe in the saying that you shouldn’t talk to strangers, coz if I did, I wouldn’t be able to meet amazing people that helped me to become the person I am today. Thank goodness I have a rebel heart.


Q_.Are you a “Mountain,” “Valley,” or “Beach” lover? 

Answer: I am an abso-freaking-lutely a beach lover and all bodies of water such as the lake, river, sea, ocean, and even pool. The scenic view, the sunset, and the sunrise give me peace of mind. I find it very relaxing immersing in the water and basking in the sun.


Also, I love the color blue, so it also adds up to my fondness for the water. It’s very calming.

On the other hand, I like the view of the mountains and valleys only when it’s visible at the beach, but there’s no way I’d like to hike. Just hearing the word hiking or trekking tire me out already. I prefer having a tan than having sore muscles.


Q_When you say, “All’s well,” what do you really mean?

Answer: All’s well mean that everything will turn out fine, that no matter what happens, there will always be a solution to every problem that I am facing. I always tell myself that struggles, failures, and mistakes are part of growing up. These things are ladders to a better future ahead of me, so I should not be afraid to face them. I should not be scared to stumble and fall because I will be bouncing back, better and stronger.

As an additional, this phrase also means that after every storm is a brighter sky and a dazzling sun.


Q_When is the last time you had “fire in your eyes,” and what happened to light your fire?

Answer: Honestly speaking, I had lost the fire in my eyes a few months ago. It was Christmas time, my world crumbled, and my heart struck with thousands of spears. Constant disappointments, trust issues, work-related matters all piled up. And on top of that, I lost my dad six months before Christmas. I was having a hard time dealing with all these inside me as I never shared my pain with anyone. I put up a strong facade, faked smiles to hide the truth and silently cry at night.

I never gave up. I moved forward, day by day, no matter how hard it was until I get used to the pain.

And God is amazing. He poured down his power on me. He turned my pain into gain. He lit up the fire in me as he directed me to the right path. I met people that helped me improved myself and inspired me to share a part of me through my writings. I never imagined that I would be brave to publish my own e-book. And I did. The fire in me blazed up.


Visit Friena’s blog:  http://www.artsyfridz.wordpress.com

Behind every smile is a broken heart.

An honest journey of love, loss, pain and strength with some fantasized revenge. Each poem is a fragment of my heart and soul, the joy and the pain that every heartbroken person have experienced. Four stages of how someone deals with a heartbreak that everyone can totally relate to.

Frieda Taller – Contact Information:

  • Name: Frieda Taller
  • Book Title: Bleeding Hearts
  • Email: friedataller@gmail.com
  • Twitter: @foxyfridz
  • All photos for this article were provided by Frieda Taller.

I live in the city of Green, Pasig, Metro Manila, Philippines.

The main link of my book is:  amazon.com/dp/B07DVPFK94

 Thank you so much for sharing with our readers today, Frieda.



Lynda McKinney Lambert. Copyright     DATE, 2018. All rights reserved.

Saturday is for Sharing

is a weekly series coordinated by Lynda and Miss Opal, her feline writing partner.  Lynda and Miss Opal live in rural western Pennsylvania in The Village of Wurtemburg.

Lynda is the author of 4 books:


Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems Buy it!

Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage Buy it!


Lynda has just completed her 3rd book

Star Signs: New & Selected Poems


first snow, 16 Poems with a Wintry Theme.

Both new books  are now available for publication. Editors, please contact Lynda for the manuscript.


Thank you for visiting with us today.

Miss Opal and Lynda McKinney Lambert





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My Classical Music Story

I am re-blogging this Abbie.
I’ll post my own Classical Music Story on my blog as a response to yours. Classical music was at the core of my childhood memories and I will tell you how that all happened. Thanks for sharing such a nice memory of music.

Abbie's Corner of the World

Because I was born legally blind, my parents exposed me to as much music as possible. I don’t remember much of my early years, but my mother told some great stories later. One of these was about a time when I was five, and my parents had just bought a piano. It was intended as a toy for me, but when my mother heard me play the opening bars of Beethoven’s fifth symphony, she called a piano teacher.

I took piano lessons off and on for years but developed more of an interest in accompanying my singing of popular songs. However, in college, as part of my music major requirement, I performed Chopin’s Prelude in C Minor, which I enjoyed playing because it consists mostly of chords and no fancy melodic passages. After that, I became a registered music therapist, working with senior citizens in nursing homes and other facilities…

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12 Things Wrong With Your Writing Routine

Re-blogging to I can remember some of these things for my own writing life. This is a great list of writing myths – to do or not to do, that is the Question. I see myself in some of these. Thanks.

Novelty Revisions

1. You don’t have one — but you could really use one.

2. You think writing every day is essential — it isn’t!

3. You keep trying to get up early (or stay up late) even though it just doesn’t work for you.

4. You listen to your excuses.

5. You don’t plan ahead.

6. When you feel blocked, you stop writing entirely instead of writing something different.

7. You don’t sit down with a writing session goal already in mind.

8. You consistently choose distraction over focus.

9. You don’t “feel like” writing, so you put it off. All the time.

10. You haven’t figured out how to “productively procrastinate” yet.

11. You keep trying to apply the advice of “experts” even though it doesn’t work for you.

12. Maybe you’re just not a “writing routine” kind of creative. That’s OK. Do what works for you! As long as…

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