Penny4athought's blog

There are those books that take you on a journey and whip your imagination into a creative passion. I love when I can forget I am turning pages…when words are no longer typed but are flowing to my brain with little concentration as my eyes move over them and images are formed… I am in the story seeing the characters, putting faces to descriptions and voices to dialogue. My hero is everything I want in a Hero and the Heroine is relatable to me-...

Find your way home? What does that mean? Find your way home in writing is being true to what you know. Even in non-fiction and fantasy fiction where you can pretty much create what you want…you have to believe it yourself or no one else will. I am having that kind of dilemma. “Antediluvian Trouble” is giving me all kinds of trouble. I can create the characters /personality and such, but the surroundings of Atlantis are causing havoc. I’ve posted...

I love that lucid moment when I first wake up and know this is my day. It is not unlike a lucid dream when you suddenly realize you are dreaming and decide: ‘What the heck I may as well fly, it’s my dream,’ …And then you do...So Today…I may as well fly... When all 24 hours are mine to do with as I will... My choice... and no other voice but mine commands me. I can lazy about and read, take time to enjoy my morning coffee or walk along the...

The box was pushed back upon the highest shelf, untouched for decades and gathering dust. I had long ago forgotten it existed. To see it again and feel the memories return from yesterday lost… I was overwhelmed. I sat upon the floor and carefully took out each memento. Year book, pictures, love letters and under all…some old youthful musings in foolish rhyming syntax. Precious thoughts and wishful dreams to be a writer, as I read those old poems...

We all have a story to tell whether it is funny or uplifting or dramatic depends on what moment in our lives we focus on. A story is easy to tell when recounting true events but as a fiction writer…I can embellish to my hearts content… and that is so much more fun. Let’s face it…Life can be mundane and boring…and since we still don’t know the big answer to why we are here…I would rather presume we are here for a reason… a good reason of course…...

I’ve been staring at this page and wondering... Why do I feel this overwhelming need to write? Every day pieces of stories roll around in my thoughts like colored marbles until I can catch them…set them on paper…and string them into cohesive plot lines. Maybe the reason I need to write is to connect to who I am – find out what I believe in- Understand what am I searching for…find the part of me hidden from me. What I seek may sound strange but...

The Holiday Season changes with age. I’ve learned that over my decades of life. It was magical when my age was in single digits…thrilling up to and through my twenties…joyful and happy when my own children were very young and my family began some new traditions along with the old…but as time marches on… the gathering at my table has became smaller…family and friends move away…children grow up...but more difficult…loved ones pass. There is an...

My hand upon it… I feel its warmth; its rough bark is pliant under my hand. I feel the breeze as the branches above move with the wind. I look up and smile as a lone leaf drifts down onto my shoulder. It is beauty…it is alive…it stands tall and proud and timeless…and breathes life for us. I have always felt an affinity with trees. I cannot say why...but standing among them I am calmed and I am able to think and relax. What it is about these...

The way we express our feelings… the diction, inflections, rhythm, slang and tone are unique to each one of us. We may sound like family but even then there are slight differences...We are snowflakes of individual resonance. When we write freely we can hear that voice…it is captured in the dialogue and structure of sentences. It is only when we edit to please grammatical laws or modern writing standards that we lose our distinctive voice. That...

Mischievous wind…playing in leaves… tapping branches on windows… howling down alleys…rattling doors…empty streets…chill air…foreboding lurks round every corner…dark clouds...moonless night...glowing eyes in Orange faces…shadow witches peek from doorways…sinister forms appear in bushes…cries of fright and squeals of delight for October’s All Hallows Eve is nearly here… Halloween...A truly abandoning holiday… A day to be whatever you can dream and...