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Divination

close up photo of a fire

If I could
I would pull back the fabric
of the universe and the divine.
Search the pin pricks of stars,
watch the cusp of each house,
the movement of the moon,
and explain that mercury in retrograde
has no bearing on this.

I would scry with fire.
Loose flames burning away
a small sacrifice.
A payment for my eyes to see
something more than bright amber
dancing before us.

I would pluck a strand
from what’s left of your hair
and place it inside a doll.
The black button eyes watching
as I pray to hear you cough less and
push white pins into cancerous lungs.

I would take your hand in mine.
Running my finger along your palm
and the shortened life line.
Explain that the circle wrapping
around it near the end stands
for infinity, not pain.

If I could
I would give you an answer.
Something more definite than
“I’m sure you’ll be okay.”
Instead, I glance at the inside of your mug
covered in the remains of a tea bag.
Watch as the crushed leaves swirl
in warm water and the blood
you spat into it.

This poem was originally published in the Mystery issue of Popshot Magazine

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How to Find Time to Write

woman in white long sleeved shirt holding a pen writing on a paper

“You have the same hours as Beyoncé.” 

Many of us have heard some version of that phrase over the years. Instead of motivating, I always found it kind of stressful. 

Because let’s be honest, we are not even in the same stratosphere as Queen B. 

And as this Inc. article points out, we don’t have the same level of support as our favorite celebrity or even a famous full-time author. The way they can use their time isn’t the same as the rest of us in the daily grind.

While it’s not easy, we can find the time and the motivation to write. It won’t look like our idols or even our peers, but we can do it. Here are four ways to find more time to concentrate on your art. 

1. Put It In Your Calendar

One of the best pieces of advice from productivity hackers is scheduling time in your calendar for an item on your to-do list. And that goes for writing too. 

Yup. Easy enough…except you have to follow through and commit to the schedule. Keep in mind this doesn’t need to be a strenuous, 6-hour-a-day writing block. Do what you can and build from there. If you can only write for 20 minutes every other day, that’s great! Put it in your calendar. Then you have the time set aside for you and your writing. You’re committed. 

On the days I was real tempted to stay scrolling on Instagram, I would pretend I was meeting another person so I’d follow through. Someone you don’t want to disappoint by being flakey and sending a text last minute to cancel. And if your imagination is only available for your writing and not playing pretend, you can find a real person too.

2. Find an Accountability Partner (or a few hundred)

Okay, so you tried scheduling time in the calendar for yourself. You’ve dreamed about your characters all day during work. You even scribbled something down during lunch (yay!). The calendar notification dings at 7 pm, but you’re still not able to sit down and clack away at the keyboard. 

So to stay on track, ask another writer friend to be your accountability partner. Having a partner can work at the gym, and so it certainly can work with writing which is it’s own mental gymnastics. Sometimes when I’d need that extra push, I’d get on a Zoom call with a fellow writer. We would chit-chat for a few minutes, do a little catching up, and then dive into our work. During a mini-break, it was nice to say, “Hey, I finished this part of my outline!” or “500 words already! YES!”

You can also find a local writing group to join, like I did. Or you can join an online writing group such as Write About Now Poetry and their write and chill sessions.

Even if a friend isn’t available, you can use social media to your advantage to build accountability. Use hashtags like: #writewithme #wordcount #writingcommunity and let people know your word count goal for the day and if you hit it. 

3. Race the Clock

My brain thrives on a deadline. Part of it is panic because there is a consequence to not writing. On the flip side, when we have the entire afternoon– suddenly it’s 10 pm, Netflix is asking if you’re still there, and there are still 1000 words to write. 

Knowing how my brain works, I race the clock instead to activate a similar feeling of a deadline but without the anxiety. 

I’ll take a minute or two to decide what scene to work on and a word count goal. Then using the Pomodoro technique, I’ll set a timer for 25 minutes, pick a playlist, and focus only on the goal I’ve set. Once the timer chimes, I give myself a 5-minute break to stretch, scroll through Tiktok, or fill up my water bottle. Then when the break is over, I can sit down and see I wrote a whole page. 

Whether you only have 10 minutes to write or an entire day, this is a great technique to focus on your writing.

4. Stop Waiting for Perfection (It ain’t happening)

I used to wait until I had the optimal writing conditions. Along with my cup of coffee and a lit candle, I had to wake up and write by 10 am or the day was over and I couldn’t write. Sorry, I don’t make the irrational brain rules. Perfectionism and procrastination go hand in hand pretty frequently. 

As hard as it is, letting go of the idea of perfection is one of the most freeing things you can do. After all, there is no such thing as a perfect writing session, draft, or sentence.

We can grab any opportunity to write and make progress. And I promise, it still counts.

It can be jotting down a scene in the notes app while in line at Trader Joe’s or sitting in the dentist waiting room. Even recording a quick voice note is better than forgetting the amazing snippet of dialogue you came up with.

We’re still creating even if we only have 5 minutes to scribble something on a post-it note. All those moments and words will add up to something substantial. As long as the work exists and it’s on the page, you’ve done the easy part. Next is sitting down to edit which can be a bit more challenging, and I’ll cover that in another post soon.

So as Beyonce said herself: “Don’t talk about what you’re gonna do. Don’t just dream about what you’re gonna do. Don’t criticize somebody else for what they’re not doing. You, be it.”

Now before you open up your current WIP, share down below some of the unique ways you find time to write.

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What They Have in Common

She once told me that when you see
a monarch butterfly pass you
someone is saying hello from heaven.
The one who died in winter, gone some place
beyond the clouds and the stars
leaving messages of I love you
with fluttering orange wings.
She said it was a way to take comfort
and I shook my head.

I told her she was wrong.
If the dead whispered to anything
they’d tell their soft secrets to moths.
Gray wings unfurled large and streaked silver,
floating through the summer night air
towards the bright half-formed moon.
Looking for home, looking for life.
And only because they can’t reach the light
seemingly lost, they seek poor imitations
glowing in the dark.

This poem was originally published in littledeath Literary Magazine, Issue 2

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99 Percent Mine – Book Review

review of 99 Percent Mine book by Sally Thorne

What a way to spend a snow day: eating a batch of penuche fudge and reading Sally Thorne’s newest and second novel: 99 Percent Mine. I couldn’t put it down and spent the whole afternoon immersed in Darcy and Tom’s tension charged relationship.

Synopsis

For Darcy Barrett, it’s a relief to go where no one knows her or about her heart condition. After all, Darcy is no one’s delicate princess or at least she hasn’t been made to feel like that in years since she started traveling non-stop at 18.

When her beloved grandmother passes away and her brother is no longer speaking with her–of course that’s when Tom Valeska comes back into her life. Tom who she’s known since she was 8 years old. Who became a perfect man, all 6 foot something of him. And…is in a relationship. Darcy has stayed away from home for a multitude of reasons, but now her biggest one will be up close and personal as he starts renovating her grandmother’s old home.

“You shut the door like you’ve just accepted that I don’t come back. I’m going to start being like you. Completely, one hundred percent honest.” I hover on the precipice and decide to try.


My Thoughts

While this book had a similar pacing issue towards the end similar to Sally’s first book The Hating Game, it didn’t make 99 Percent Mine any less enjoyable. As readers, we sometimes go in with certain expectations. Some people were hoping for a novel exactly like The Hating Game. 99 Percent Mine isn’t and that’s okay. It’s still a satisfying romantic comedy that’s pure fun. Sally proves that she can create memorable characters and their unique quirks will stay with you long after. The tension between Darcy and Tom is immediate and all-consuming. It’s certainly worth the read and I’m even more excited for Sally’s next book. And like a bite of delicious birthday cake you’ve been craving, this novel will make you glad you delved in.

I give this book 4 out of 5 birthday candles. Did you read 99 Percent Mine, what did you think? Tell me down below! Also, make sure to check out my other reviews!

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Denature

My biology professor
corrects herself saying
“Sorry, nothing dies,
instead we call it denature.”
Photosynthesis
even little kids learn
the denaturing
of the world around us.
We watch young leaves
darken in late summer,
turn to piles of deep
crimson and gold,
some brittle and brown
by late October.
Kids learning,
then throwing themselves,
rolling around in all those
tiny deaths.

She corrects herself again,
and goes on to explain
that the chloroplast
becomes unstable,
it denatures,
leaving behind the carotenoids.
The natural colorful pigment
hidden greedily by
healthy green chloroplast.
I jot down my notes
finding myself back,
circling denature
again and again.
When my summer is over,
when I denature,
I hope to leave
something behind
as lovely as those
cascading reds and yellows.

Denature was originally published in Black Heart Magazine October 2017 Issue: Summer’s End