Tag Archives: creativity

The Moon and Stars

She breathed the remains of a night cloaked in creativity, the tea’s steam transforming shadows where the moon’s silver soothed. She sipped. The keyboard whispered. The cat purred. Beyond the pane, the stars reassured. Oh how the enchanted hours embraced … Continue reading

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My Writing Fuel

Here I am on the other side of having accomplished what I’d had doubts I’d be able to do. I drafted the last two books in the Carrdia series back-to-back. I also did it in less time than I’d allotted. … Continue reading

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The Cost

It was a job, time spent with tasks to do for someone else, repetitive meaninglessness stealing her creativity. It was security, providing benefits unless she needed them, the biggest benefit of all the dreams where she was somewhere else. It … Continue reading

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Worldbuilder

A place she’d seen, at first a pinpoint of light waiting in the darkness. It expanded, land rising as mountains, falling as great seas. Communities awoke, cultures spread, good and evil, the gray between, all finding a place to mix … Continue reading

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Shadow Horizon

In the interest of clarity she wrapped her mind around a thought, her consciousness finding the light in her mind’s eye. With her next breath she found air, an inhale unheard, bringing life, held ever so gently before the exhale. … Continue reading

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Wasting Time

Her heart a creator’s. Her hands holding a gift, a golden orb. Time, a treasure not to be wasted, yet she set it aside to save. Each day, every day, at midnight, inspiration would become dust. Each morn, every morn, … Continue reading

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She Could SEE It

They told her it wasn’t real, but instead, her imagination. It didn’t matter. She could SEE it. People and places. Pasts, presents, and futures. They’d shared with her when she was there. When she’d SEEN them. So many voices whispering. … Continue reading

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Keys

Her fingertips poised above the keyboard, hovering, a tentative touch here, a poke there, a word formed, and then another, a string, a chain, and then sentences appeared, forming a beginning that became a gateway, a portal, to another world … Continue reading

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Her Consciousness Screamed

Her dream balance tipped, spilled into her waking hours, opening her eyes, not to mystery, but to a reality possessing no tolerance for creative minds like hers. Her consciousness screamed, keenly aware that her creative mind had no business being … Continue reading

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When It Doesn’t Work—Until It Does

From the moment I published last week’s post I knew there was unfinished business at hand. That post, about finally unearthing a story for Following the Essence Stone, continues to fall into place. The narrative outline is done and I’m … Continue reading

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