Climate

Elan Mudrow

Sometimes I wish this rain wasn’t as cold as it is. I hear its voice when hitting my roof, a choir, confused, but a steady, controlled, stream of notes.

My skin fragile, one cold drop could sink into my bones, giving me a chill, a shudder.

I have felt this type of coldness before.

Coming out of the rain, hanging my raincoat on the doorknob, while the rain warms, falls to the floor, evaporates.

Yet, the sidewalk outside my door, (for I watch what the rain does) shows signs…pot marks, from the beating of voices. It needs no fists. I’ve known that. It’s common sense.

Under the eaves, where the rain cannot hit directly, it’s smooth, but out, exposed to the roundest, roughest drops, cracks, erosion, and moss form a chaos.

Only a thin layer protects me, shingle, frame, sheetrock.

I’m barefoot, watching the rain through the window, drops slide…

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A Poem By Ma And Me

The Scribblings

My mom and I have written a poem together! You guys have read my poems and you know what my style of writing is. This time, I decided to share with you a poem which my mother and I have written together! I am so excited to know what you guys think of our collective effort!

The stanzas in blue are my mom’s and the ones in black are mine. We’ve written the stanzas alternatingly, the first being mine, next being hers and so on (additional information if the colour isn’t showing up.).

The Golden Canvas

By Prerna and Meher Gandhi

I have been wandering in this forest alone,
Have traversed every puddle, every stone.
All the lights and crowds I’ve seen,
The desert is where I’ve never been.

It seems the path is taken less,
Or is it for the one to assess?
The lonesome stream, the hollow pit,

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THESE THREE TIME-STEALERS DID A LOT OF DAMAGE TO MY WRITING CAREER

Behind The Tinted Glass

Many freelance writers face different challenges at the very beginning of their writing career. One of these challenges is a time management. At the very beginning of my writing career, there were many times I had difficulties meeting deadlines. Why? I didn’t create a distraction-free environment.
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There were photos, books, pencils and other time-stealers on my desk. I specifically remember one summer day. My room needed fresh air, so I opened the window. Every sound drew my attention, so every few minutes I was at the window looking on the people going to the beach. The other major time stealer were social networks. Instead of writing, I was checking news, commenting photos of my friends or just scrolling down my wall. On a scale from 1 to 10, where 1 is “very, very bad” and 10 is “perfect”, I would rate my performance as 2 or 3, but not…

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New Author Tip: Warning – Do Not Publish that First Draft

This is really good advise, have a read, then you can check out other post on this PBS blog:

The PBS Blog

You’ve finished your book. This is admirable (because so many people never finish) and worthy of celebration. Congratulations!

But, while this is an accomplishment worth celebrating, you are not done. Do not pass go and do not collect $200.

A rule of thumb is that you do not publish a book you just finished writing. After you’ve finished writing your book, your manuscript is now considered the First Draft. It’s called the First Draft because it is the first copy of the book ever in existence where no changes have been made. It is a rough draft of the story straight from your mind to the page. According to Innovative Editing:

“In any piece of writing, whether a novel manuscript or a blog post, the first draft is also known as a rough draft. From start to finish, it’s technically a complete piece. It has a beginning that moves to…

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Winter Days

Yes…some days are like that…even if you live in a warm climate…
Nice writing done on this poem. It really puts you in the mood or even explain how you feel at the moment.

Poet's Corner

These cold weekends of winter
keep us warm indoors most days
For it is frigid out there
devoid of warming rays
So we’d rather stay here snug and warm
with music, books and cheer
in our jumpers and our slippers
instead of winter gear

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Try And Try

We do the best we can…the effort we put in will impact someone, even if we are not aware of who they are or what we did for them. This is a nice piece of writing. Quite reflective.

Heartstring Eulogies

“And I suppose that’s all anyone can do. Try.”

When the clock stops ticking, I’ll be at my end. Whether it comes today, tomorrow, or years from now, I’ll know I lived my life as best I could. It may never be enough. Because I know it hasn’t been perfect. But I tried. And I suppose that’s all anyone can do. Try. I’ve loved, and I’ve managed to overcome so much of the darkness in my past. Flaws and all, I’ve tried. And I’ll keep trying, even though the voice in the back of my head will continue telling me it’s not enough.

© Sarah Doughty

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