Writing
“Ten reasons I love words, writing and poetry.”
This is a tag response from Garibaldi
I write because I can’t not write. I wake up thinking about writing
and I fall asleep with ideas. I ride the bus, drive my jeep, do the
laundry and yes, even have sex while thoughts of plots and
character arcs percolate in the back of my brain. I stop at a long
red light and scribble notes on my inner forearm or the cover of my
notebook or a blank napkin.
Why? Why do I love this? Why to I feel compelled as if by some
other force to sit at my laptop when my ass is asleep and my
shoulders ache? Because it makes me happy. It’s a simple
reason – sort of.
It makes me happy because it’s a challenge. There are a
thousand things I can do to make a living, but being a storyteller is
the only one so far that engages me on every level. What can I do?
Where can I go? What impossible scenario can I create and how
can I get out of it?
Words create. Words are magic. Words are manna that fill you up
when your soul is hungry or they are like fiber to your system when
you need to express the congestion of the emotion in your life.
Words are binding or freeing. Words are imbued with the infinite
power of all possibilities. Until a word is spoken – or written there
is only pure potential. Only a particle or a wave, and after the word
is formed, the perfect sound that resonates can create worlds, cure
diseases or cause wars. Words… are simply tools to manifest
your thoughts and everything you’ve ever dreamed. How strong are
your words?
Poetry. Words with rhythm. Why just walk when you can dance?
Why just say the words when you can make them sing? Why just
rage when you can empower or slow when you can lullaby with
words? I love to read poetry when my emotions are disoriented. I
love to read poetry when my soul needs catharsis and I’m too
emotionally tangled to feel my own way. I love to write poetry when
I feel the need to move, to dance to sway or fuck and my tongue
feels too swollen to speak and only movement and meaning
remains. Poetry is passion… short term, blinding hot and
satisfying… without the awkward next morning goodbye…
I’m a storyteller. Sometimes I hate it, sometimes I love it, but I don’t
feel complete unless I’m creating. Sometimes I sit at my computer
for days without showering and other I pace a hole in the floor while
the cursor blinks at me from a blank page. Writing is my lover, my
passion and my angst. I love how he smells after a late night romp
or the sound he makes in the shower as scoot past him to get the
shampoo. I love when he sees I’m hurting and wraps his arms
around me, or when he knows I just need to spill it out and he steps
back and lets me vent. Writing allows me to be a voyeur; it allows
me the freedom to journey. And yet it also grants me
companionship so I never feel alone
I am a writer. I am a poet. I am a storyteller.
*Excerpt from TheBlissQuest *
This is a tag response from Garibaldi
I write because I can’t not write. I wake up thinking about writing
and I fall asleep with ideas. I ride the bus, drive my jeep, do the
laundry and yes, even have sex while thoughts of plots and
character arcs percolate in the back of my brain. I stop at a long
red light and scribble notes on my inner forearm or the cover of my
notebook or a blank napkin.
Why? Why do I love this? Why to I feel compelled as if by some
other force to sit at my laptop when my ass is asleep and my
shoulders ache? Because it makes me happy. It’s a simple
reason – sort of.
It makes me happy because it’s a challenge. There are a
thousand things I can do to make a living, but being a storyteller is
the only one so far that engages me on every level. What can I do?
Where can I go? What impossible scenario can I create and how
can I get out of it?
Words create. Words are magic. Words are manna that fill you up
when your soul is hungry or they are like fiber to your system when
you need to express the congestion of the emotion in your life.
Words are binding or freeing. Words are imbued with the infinite
power of all possibilities. Until a word is spoken – or written there
is only pure potential. Only a particle or a wave, and after the word
is formed, the perfect sound that resonates can create worlds, cure
diseases or cause wars. Words… are simply tools to manifest
your thoughts and everything you’ve ever dreamed. How strong are
your words?
Poetry. Words with rhythm. Why just walk when you can dance?
Why just say the words when you can make them sing? Why just
rage when you can empower or slow when you can lullaby with
words? I love to read poetry when my emotions are disoriented. I
love to read poetry when my soul needs catharsis and I’m too
emotionally tangled to feel my own way. I love to write poetry when
I feel the need to move, to dance to sway or fuck and my tongue
feels too swollen to speak and only movement and meaning
remains. Poetry is passion… short term, blinding hot and
satisfying… without the awkward next morning goodbye…
I’m a storyteller. Sometimes I hate it, sometimes I love it, but I don’t
feel complete unless I’m creating. Sometimes I sit at my computer
for days without showering and other I pace a hole in the floor while
the cursor blinks at me from a blank page. Writing is my lover, my
passion and my angst. I love how he smells after a late night romp
or the sound he makes in the shower as scoot past him to get the
shampoo. I love when he sees I’m hurting and wraps his arms
around me, or when he knows I just need to spill it out and he steps
back and lets me vent. Writing allows me to be a voyeur; it allows
me the freedom to journey. And yet it also grants me
companionship so I never feel alone
I am a writer. I am a poet. I am a storyteller.
*Excerpt from TheBlissQuest *
Writing Resume
Ghosts of Seattle
Published by Schiffer
Publishing, Ltd. 2007
125 page book about the
folklore and hauntings of the
Seattle, Washington area.
Contains 46 original black
and white photographs and
first hand accountings of
local paranormal phenomena.
Published by Schiffer
Publishing, Ltd. 2007
125 page book about the
folklore and hauntings of the
Seattle, Washington area.
Contains 46 original black
and white photographs and
first hand accountings of
local paranormal phenomena.
Nanowrimo
Winner 2004 & 2006
National Novel Writing Month
is an exercise in slam writing.
50,000 words in 30 days. It's
about meeting your writing
blocks head on and coming
out better for it. Practice in
meeting tight deadlines,
overcoming the fear of a
blank page and having a
novella to show for it when
your done.
Winner 2004 & 2006
National Novel Writing Month
is an exercise in slam writing.
50,000 words in 30 days. It's
about meeting your writing
blocks head on and coming
out better for it. Practice in
meeting tight deadlines,
overcoming the fear of a
blank page and having a
novella to show for it when
your done.
The Bliss Quest
Blogging 2006-2007
I joined the blogoshpere in
April of 2006. The idea of
writing everyday seemed like
a challenge I was ready to
meet. Everyday, I must come
up with something to say and
that regularity - even in the
face of exhaustion, grief,
excitement and chaos - has
been a necessary step in
becoming a prolific and
practiced writer.
Blogging 2006-2007
I joined the blogoshpere in
April of 2006. The idea of
writing everyday seemed like
a challenge I was ready to
meet. Everyday, I must come
up with something to say and
that regularity - even in the
face of exhaustion, grief,
excitement and chaos - has
been a necessary step in
becoming a prolific and
practiced writer.
Wisegoddess Designs
Freelance Writer and
Teacher of Scrapbook
Journaling
I owned and operated a
business designed to help
women capture their real life
stories for posterity, for their
children. I offered three
class curriculum's to choose
from : 'Journaling Grief' ,
'Finding Your Voice' and
'Using your Senses'.
Freelance Writer and
Teacher of Scrapbook
Journaling
I owned and operated a
business designed to help
women capture their real life
stories for posterity, for their
children. I offered three
class curriculum's to choose
from : 'Journaling Grief' ,
'Finding Your Voice' and
'Using your Senses'.
Plush Magazine
Rant/ Rave Columnist
1998-1999
I wrote 1,000-1,500 word
articles or this online source,
meeting my deadline at the
10th of each month for a
year.
Rant/ Rave Columnist
1998-1999
I wrote 1,000-1,500 word
articles or this online source,
meeting my deadline at the
10th of each month for a
year.
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Training
Creative Writing Jessica P. Morrell Writers Workshop
Critique Group Jessica P. Morrell Writers Workshop
Fiction Jessica P. Morrell Writers Workshop
Fiction Writers Weekend in Seattle
Fiction Writers Conference in Portland 2004
Creative Writing Prince William Sound Community College
- Instructed by Melanie Mackey
Critique Group Jessica P. Morrell Writers Workshop
Fiction Jessica P. Morrell Writers Workshop
Fiction Writers Weekend in Seattle
Fiction Writers Conference in Portland 2004
Creative Writing Prince William Sound Community College
- Instructed by Melanie Mackey
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