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One And The Same | Catching up with Poetry on a Roll

One and the Same

\”Free verse\” poetry from the soul

I shout.
You scream
things get worse.
I don’t listen.
You don’t listen.
things could be better
I get mad.
You’re foaming at the mouth.
We are both showing off
in each other’s faces.
no one wants to back down.
Bright lights on,
our true colors on high beam.
We are one and the same
in our actions and reactions.

Copyright © 2013 Kimalee Jones

via One And The Same | Poetry on a Roll.


The 365 Poetry Project Welcome to a new friend: Charlotte Cuevas

The 365 Poetry Project

One poem a day for a full year. Think I’ll make it?

via Day 59 – Literally | The 365 Poetry Project.

Day 59 – Literally

I’ve had enough of liars-
jokers, clever poets, and satirists-
skirting around what they mean
by proclaiming what they don’t.

Hiding behind a grey screen,
treading water in the middle
of two extremes
and murking it up with their sass;
it isn’t so funny to me.

For would the world not be better off
if all wore visibly their intent,
and made completely known their
point of view?

I haven’t time for deciphering,
unfurling riddles and hypothesizing
whether a no is really a no,
or a deceitfully disguised yes.

I find no fun in figuring
and believe that everyone ought
to aspire to be taken straightforwardly-
to be an honest and genuine man-
to be an honest man
like me.

Day 67 – Florida Winter

You’d think we all gave our lives to be here-
retired early in a condo on the beach
after decades of shoveling horrible snows,
the way we carry on.

We trump out our fanciest pea coats
for three weeks of December discomfort,
grumbling and wiping the dust off
the red part of the thermostat.

But most of us don’t know it, never got
the heart-thrill of thawing something frozen,
never suffered through the negatives
to earn that blessed warmth.

But I have had my fill of swimming pools,
tans I have no use for, ugly flip-flops,
because I know there is no sweat
like the sweat under fleece-
the maddening contradiction of fear and joy
that accompanies a blizzard, wondering whether
we’ll wake alive or dead
in the morning.

I Ain’t Doin’ NaNoWriMo: An Aside

Today begins a month-long project that most of my writer friends are obsessing about, and that most of my non-writer friends are completely unaware of: National Novel Writing Month, lovingly shortened to NaNoWriMo. The challenge is to write a novel of 50,000 words or more in 30 days. (I know you’re doing the math so I’ll spare you the trouble: that’s about 1700 words per day just to make the minimum word count… yikes.)The whole project is supposed to be this uplifting, self-challenging exercise that not only tests your capabilities and willpower, but motivates you to create something you wouldn’t otherwise have had the gumption to complete. Plus, since there’s a whole bunch of other people doing it at the same time, you’ve got this expansive community of writers to hold hands and sing Kumbayah with (or beat your heads on your desks in unison, whatever the case may be.)

As the clock has wound down to NaNoWriMo’s commencement today, lately I’ve heard numerous excited friends hailing its perks and trying to convince me to participate. I thought about it, honestly I did give it a good once-over, but I’ve come to the conclusion that no, I ain’t doin’ it.

Now immediately I know some of you are gasping or scoffing or making some sort of choking noise, I can tell (because yeah, I’m in your computer screen, deal with it.) But before you deal out a swift judgment about my literary merit, allow me to explain.

I’m not doing NaNoWriMo because I don’t need to. If the point is to push/torture yourself into tackling a huge project or to stretch the limits of what you think you’re capable of, I’m already doing that, trust me. My 365 Poetry Project marches ever on, in which I somehow squeeze in enough time to write and publish one poem a day for a full year, the only rule being that I have to be proud of whatever I end up releasing to the public. Believe me, it ain’t easy. I write through my lunch breaks, or in the car, or at restaurant tables surrounded by quasi-offended friends who haven’t yet decided whether it’s mostly amusing or mostly annoying. I wake up in the morning thinking about poetry, scan billboards and boring paperwork for inspiration, cancel dates if I’m not finished yet, and go to sleep thinking about tomorrow’s poem. In short, writing already runs my life. You’ll have to excuse me if the idea of pushing myself any further makes me laugh and want to jump out the window.


I’m here to expose true talent| Welcome to a new friend: realtalented

Hello all my name is Cleveland

Im a Chicago native. This is my first time on a blog as well as sharing my work. My work speaks for itself, its a collection of life instances and life experiences, the transition from boy to man. I hope you all get a chance to follow real talent and please give honest feedback….if there’s any questions please don’t hesitate to ask email:

[Terry:  Well, as opposed to most people who say they’re talented–realtalented is.]

via realtalented | About.

Un Apologetic

Un Apologetic

I’m unapologetic for the things I was born with
for the bad luck and trouble that persist
truthfully it made me better may I insist
had to change my life, this writing is a helpful assist
vague resemblance of a writer exists
it’s powerful how i can control words with just a flick of my wrist
I’m unapologetic for this book’s cover
they never told u it’s not good to judge others?
tired of nay sayers, haters, and blood suckers
u don’t appeal to me, you’re not real to me because it’s your life that suffers
my life is a clutter
but I’m finally straightening things up, where’s my swiffer duster
I’m unapologetic for my addiction to beautiful faces
and it’s true I love all races
because honestly I look for the angel that traces
I consume their auras just to get wasted
but nervous to approach them like they were sacred
with so many heavenly creatures I’m faded
I’m unapologetic for being elevated
how 420 is so regularly celebrated
ok maybe that’s a little exaggerated
I might be considered a pothead but I’m well educated
those euphoric buds really have me infatuated
got tired of people trying to school me, so I graduated
the person I’ve become is poetic
a little pathetic but u have to respect it
I am who I am, I’m unapologetic

John and Silent Rob

This is a video we did a few months back. It’s an introduction to our live, random, improv show where we pick a topic and ask random people. This 100% unscripted and unrehearsed show will soon be on youtube filling your day with laughter and knowledge so stay tuned. Can u guess which one is Silent Rob?….Shout out to Mr. John Hill and the Wildbeats Team


I’m in outer space feeling like I’m out of space about to space out my pace to this race is untraceable I’m a real and honest dude there’s an endangered few my ish isn’t kosher but shouldn’t matter unless you’re a jew I’m immaculate in your view that triangle face will rack up your crew for that eight ball as soon as I give the cue talent stuck to me like glue u can try to body this but my bite resembles a hippopotamus when I get hungry them dots connect four in your chest and I’m not going to be sorry because u should have gotten a clue I apologize for my tourette’s I’m just warning u I do it all I’m versatile not that social though so when people see me they say we never heard of u that’s cool what happened to them good old days I wish I had my childhood back I like my life was reversible the lyrical ammunition I hold can leave u topless like a convertible so maybe with more views I can someday become your idol and if not then I’m going to call u a pawn because if u come at me wrong you’re clearly suicidal see this is very vital for those with a one track mind like a unicycle I’m cold like AK I spit glaciers like the rifle I’m sometime spiteful my company is delightful its nothing I can’t write to | Performing Flea

Guest Post: William Sutton on Performing Flea

Performing Flea

William Sutton, author of Lawless and the Devil of Euston Squaretalks of the fun of presenting his novel in readings and festivals.

 Writing is a lonesome game. Authors are often retiring by nature: brood now, take revenge later.Web DSC_8201

Whereas reading in public, writing in public, festivals, panels, groups, and simply talking about books – these can be the fuel that keeps the fires burning through cold winter nights at the desk.

Douglas Adams loved the collaboration of radio drama so much that he never quite recovered from the shock of finding himself locked in hotel rooms to finish novels. (“I love deadlines. I love the sound they make as they whizz past.”) I grew up writing plays, loving the maelstrom of passions that go into theatre, and the arc of creation through development through disastrous rehearsal to glorious realisation, and immediate audience response. By contrast, everything about writing books is delayed. The book I’m promoting now I finished years ago; I’m busy writing the third in the series; my researches now are outwith the first book’s subterranean world and in amongst the dark heart of the venal Victorian soul.

But I’ve stumbled upon a way to rediscover my excitement about the first book. Performance.

I just sang a song at the Portsmouth Book Festival launch. At my own book launch in Waterstones Gower Street, I dueted a series of London songs and underground songs, performing a parade of characters from my novel. The previous night, Web Gosport UkeI read and sang in Portsmouth Blackwells, while the lovely staff served Devils on Horseback, devilled eggs, and Victorian cocktails to the friendliest of crowds. Brilliant. A week before, I sat on a haybale in a tea tent in a Canterbury field, typing instant stories from audience prompts. Fantastic fun, and a million miles from the silence of the writers’ desk; and the voices keep murmuring when you return.

How did this come about?

A year ago, I needed to meet other writers. I hunted for workshops, festivals, groups. I joined New Writing South, I joined Portsmouth Writers’ Hub.

I went to an amazing workshop with the ReAuthoring Project. They invite you to be silly, they invite you to be bad, they invite you to think of your book physically, pictorially, post-it-notally, musically; but most of all to find your enjoyment in it, and find ways to convey that enjoyment. Writers being retiring, we’re not always that sparkling in debate; which means book events can feel trapped in earnest conventional tropes of Q&A, panels and murmured readings into dysfunctional microphones.

Through ReAuthoring, I began to recognise how much music and joy and silliness is in my book, alongside the intricate insights, incisive politics and riproaring pace. Determined to infuse my performances with that music hall spirit, last summer, I

– read on the poop deck of Light Ship LV21 (Thanks, Päivi and Gary)Photo 28-07-2013 12 08 17

– did a one-man cabaret in Deco 5, a Whitstable restaurant (Thanks, Tizi)

– wrote coffee cup sleeve stories and communal songs at Lounge on the Farm

These were challenging, but hugely rewarding. And I met more people, readers, writers.

When ReAuthoring did a workshop in Portsmouth, none of us imagined that it would turn a loose association of writers into a real community. Fifteen writers, tentative, asked to perform improvised drama a small box, to seek out a story in the labyrinthine bowels of the Guildhall, to dissect our tales into a few choice words on sticky notes. Fifteen writers, emerging from suspicion into a remarkably confident group. From that workshop, we have performed at Victorious Vintage Festival, at Blackwell’s Bookshop, at the Square Tower, where we present Day of the Dead on October 30 in Portsmouth BookFest. Best of all was the enchanted night of storytelling at Alver Arts Festival: Gosport Ever After. We rewrote fairytales, mangled and dark, and the audience listened in delight to ten new stories, told with twisted relish.

When I was invited on to a panel at Bristol CrimeFest, I wasn’t overwhelmed, I enjoyed recounting inspirational moments that led to the book, and we put on a good show. (Thanks, Ruth.) Chatting on Express FM, I sang a silly song. Reading the AudioGo audiobook, I loved recreating the characters, deploying full voices and Victorian verve.LoungeontheFarm

A fortnight ago, I was invited to Leesland ParkFest, a small local community gathering. Over the hum of a generator, I read to a dissipated crowd of smirking teenagers, deck chairs, and a few dogs; I wrote some stories for children on my typewriter; I’m not sure how useful it was to me or the audience. But I was reminded of Polly Morland’s book How to Be Brave: if you can risk ridicule among friends, you have nothing more to fear from public performance. Once you’re able to show your true self, audience feel that shining through your reading, and they may well become readers too.

This weekend I’m invited by the Big Green Bookshop to the first Wood Green Literary Festival, 2-3pm Saturday, Karamel Club, Wood Green N22, alongside @ExhibitABooks author John Matthews. Come along. And on 31 October I’ll be in the Firestation Bookswap in Portsmouth.

Watch a video of Will performing ‘Victorian Sensation’ here.

via | A is for Awesome Crime Fiction.

[Terry:  He performs bawdy songs in the characters of his novels.  I can’t compete. ]

City of Prawns | Catching up with old Friends:Poesy plus Polemics

City of Pawns – Kindle

My new book of poetry City of Pawns is now available in Kindle e-book version at:

City of Pawns

City of Pawns

Buy from Amazon

via City of Pawns – Kindle | Poesy plus Polemics.

[Terry: Ooops. Guess I got the name wrong. Well, make it up to Paul and race out to buy the book. I’ve posted his material here and he has yet to disappoint.

I do wonder, however, what a City of Prawns would be like…]

Grumpy Old Bastard Speaks |Catching up with Alec Nevala-Lee

Alec Nevala-Lee

Thoughts on art, culture, and the writing life.

Quote of the Day

Ralph Vaughan Williams

I don’t know whether I like it, but it’s what I meant.

Ralph Vaughan Williams, on his Symphony no. 4

via Quote of the Day | Alec Nevala-Lee.

The timeline of one novel |Catching up with old friends: Alec Nevala-Lee

Thoughts on art, culture, and the writing life.

A page from the author's notebook

Since it’s Labor Day, I thought I’d mark the occasion by considering an unusual, highly specialized form of labor: the progress of a novel from initial idea to finished book. In particular, I’d like to talk about the timeline. One of the most mysterious aspects of writing fiction, at least from the outside, is how long each stage requires. A novelist will sometimes end a book with a statement of how long it took to complete, like the terse “Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914-1921″ at the end of Ulysses, but that little number often raises more questions than it answers. How much of that time was spent on a first draft? How much on revision? When a novelist says that a book took about nine months to finish, what does that really mean? With Eternal Empire appearing in stores tomorrow, I thought it might be interesting—at least to me—to look back at my own files to see exactly how and when this novel came into being. Whether or not this will be useful for anyone else is another question, but I don’t think it hurts to share this information, since I haven’t often seen it elsewhere.

I’d been mulling over the prospect of a third installment almost as long as I’d known that this would be a series in the first place, and for years, there was a page devoted to random ideas for a final novel in my writer’s notebook. The first tangible evidence I have of the direction the novel would take is an extended notebook entry dated July 12, 2011, followed by a small text file from September 4, which consists of nothing but a short excerpt from the book by Rachel Polonsky I mentioned here last week, along with a stanza from Alexsandr Blok’s poem “The Scythians.” Three weeks later, while I was still waiting for notes on the final draft of City of Exiles, I finished a seven-page proposal for a novel that was known, at that stage, as The Scythian. Even at this early stage, the synopsis was fairly complete, but my agent and I still waited for almost three months before sending it out, since we wanted to approach my editor after he’d read and approved the final draft of the second novel. On December 12, the proposal was finally emailed to my editor, and by early January, we had a handshake offer, with a deadline of November 1, 2012. (As always, the contract and payment took longer to finalize, but that’s a topic for another post.)

A page from the author's notebook

As usual, I decided to spend the first month or so of the writing process entirely on research, with only a general sense of how the material I found would fit into the final story. Looking back at my own notes, I seem to have focused primarily on the Shambhala angle and putting together a chronology and visual materials on the London riots. By January 30, I felt confident enough to start a detailed outline of the first third of the book, which I finished on March 5—which happened to be the day before The Icon Thief was released. I immediately began work on the manuscript itself, aiming to write a rough version of a chapter each day, and finished up Part I on April 29. This section of the draft ended up being about 59,000 words long. I don’t seem to have wasted any time in getting to work on Part II, and I started research and outlining on April 30. I began writing Part II on June 15, taking a short break to revise the prologue, which would appear as a teaser at the end of City of Exiles. Part II was finished around August 5, amounting to 50,000 words, and outlining for Part III began the next day. I finished this outline within two weeks, and I had a draft of the entire novel by August 30. Total length was about 125,000 words.

At this point, I normally would have taken an extended break, but given my compressed timeline, I ended up waiting only a week or so before diving into the revision. In the meantime, a number of significant events had occurred: my original editor left Penguin, leaving the book in the hands of another, and the title changed from The Scythian to Eternal Empire. (If I’m going to be honest, I do miss the original title, although the new one is still pretty good.) I continued to revise the manuscript over the next couple of months, cutting the draft down to 100,000 words, and delivered a version to my publisher two days before my deadline, on October 30. I then took the long break I’d been craving for months, using the time to write the story that ended up being published as “The Whale God” and doing some tentative work on the manuscript that I hope will be my fourth novel. I also had my first daughter. I got notes back from my editor on February 9; returned a revised version, which included a new chapter and some additional material, on March 1; got the copy edit on April 16 and page proofs on May 9, both of which involved some small changes; and by May 14, I was absolutely, positively done. And tomorrow, you’ll see the result for yourself.

via The timeline of one novel | Alec Nevala-Lee.

[Terry:  I love the little addendum, “I also had my first daughter.” Alec is absolutely someone with a clear view of life.]

This And That | Catching up with Kimalee Jones

Poetry on a Roll

This And That

You don’t know me
better than I know myself.
Don’t try to show me
a painted picture of myself.

Don’t use my words
to mop the floor.
Stop using your words like swords
to push me out the door.

My life like yours is full of mistakes,
stop pretending you are made of gold.
I always knew that you were fake, fake, fake,
you only wanted me to freeze in the cold.

Copyright © 2013 Kimalee Jones

via This And That | Poetry on a Roll.

Putting the UR in FAILURE « Catching up with Cristian Mihai

Overcoming writer’s block

You can’t. I’m serious. You can’t overcome writer’s block, no matter what others tell you.Odds are that your case of writer’s block is unique — this virus is constantly mutating, depending on its host.Writer’s block, as those times when a writer feels that he simply can’t write anymore, regardless of how much time he spends staring at a computer screen, is one of the biggest frights in my line of work.

To understand writer’s block you have to realize that it’s all coming from inside. It’s your brain telling you to take it easy. You know, trying to help.

The ANSWER is at Overcoming writer’s block « Cristian Mihai.

“The best part about being a writer is you can be a #serial #killer.” | Welcome to a new friend: therussianway

Write, Write, Write, Sleep, Write

“The best part about being a writer is you can be a serial killer.” – Nicholas Thompson

What is the point?

So, I Love to Write! I really enjoy crime, and really anything related with bad human actions, and the question why do some people do bad things?. I also really enjoy Poetry. I am currently writing a crime novel, and a poem story. I love reading about other peoples stories about writing, and sharing ideas about writing. It keeps me going and something to look forward to when I get home from school or work.

I was born in Russia. Learned English. Still sometimes hard for me to understand grammar and pronunciation, but I still love to write? What? Yes, even though at times I reread my lines and say why did I write that or someone points out a mistake, and I say My way sounds right… I still manage to keep pushing through. Ultimate goal is by 23, to have published a book. Currently 18, almost 19. Four years to make it happen!

via What is the point? | Write, Write, Write, Sleep, Write.

A human being

See what you can’t see
Love what you never loved
A better human

Sounds with morning the breeze

Joggers ipod sounds coming through

Small kids with loud voices coming through

The music on my laptop

Keeping my morning together

Her eyes

There’s a girl

I don’t know her

Or her name

But I know her eyes

They always with me

I’m not in love

Just a picture for now

A nice picture

To put me to sleep

And give me lovely dreams

{Terry: His dream is to publish a book by 23!  My dream is to publish a book before i BLOODY WELL DIE!]





Writers Making Movies, Mayhem And Huge Sales Figures… | Novel Ideas

Writers Making Movies, Mayhem And Huge Sales Figures…

I have a real treat for you, today! A full interview with bestseller Cliff Roberts and rising star Charlie Flowers. What do these two guys have in common? Well, Cliff rose to fame after the release of his novel Reprisal: The Eagle Rises, and Charlie? Well, Charlie just got the Novel Ideas “book of the year award” for his fantastic spy thriller Hard Kill.

Charlie is currently in the process of making a movie out of Hard Kill, and Cliff has turned down one offer in the hope of a better deal in the future. It’s a wonderful time to be a writer.

So, what do these two immensely popular writers do to make their books stand out? Let’s find out…

Nick: Hey, guys, great to get you both together for an interview.

Cliff: Hi! Thanks, it’s a pleasure to be here!

Charlie: Hola! My pleasure!

Nick: Okay, so let me start by asking you, Charlie, how do you feel about writing? How did you approach the idea of writing a book?

Charlie: Blimey that’s a toughie! For me, I don’t think I DO think about it. It’s almost like an “automatic writing” process. Sometimes, I’ll get a strong image in my head and feel compelled to write about it. An example– the abandoned airfield in the second Riz novel. I was haunted by the image. In fact, I even drove up there to take a look at the base. It’s… creepy.

More via Writers Making Movies, Mayhem And Huge Sales Figures… | Novel Ideas.


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“To enchant the water with romance” | Welcome to a new friend: Baldy


About Baldy

Things you should know about me:


I’m bald.


I write poetry (amongst other things)


This picture makes people smile, hence I use it as my avatar.

I had a blog called oopshowdthathappen (where you may have seen much of the material that will be posted here) but I went more nuts than I usually do and deleted it.  I regret this.  This is a poetry blog, a place for me to share poetry.  I write in a variety of styles and sometimes in character, please do not assume that any one poem pertains specifically to me.  Whilst I write some particularly serious poetry, I do NOT take myself seriously and have a wicked sense of humour (please do tell me a joke and never be offended by one I make, I never intentionally offend).  To prove this, here are some pictures of me being silly:





Keep smiling and keep writing.  Be, breathe, believe.

Kind regards from baldy :)

via About Me | Baldypoems.

Titan Rhyme

Such sad songs are sung
As singers sing unto the sun
And dances are danced
By dancers who dance
For love, for light, to be as one.

Swans swim as swans have swum,
In lakes and ponds and rivers that run,
For love of swimming, just for the chance,
To enchant the water with romance
As singers and dancers come undone.


Evil (Or Jedar’s Jig)

The sounds of terror are my tune,
I hear melody in children’s screams,
Listen lovingly as mourners inhume,
I bury them with their dreams,
Delight in a symphony of sorrows,
I suck the marrow from faith, slain,
Sing songs of lost tomorrows,
Hear my requiem of pain!


This is from my mythology (Jedar is the designated deity for evil in my realms)

Welcome to a new friend: An Author and Editor –SLS Oborowsky

Author’s Thought

Writing for those who love to read

Author’s Note

Whether you read a book or magazine, go on the internet and search places, people or things they all take you to somewhere from the comfort of your home. They open you up to a world that may be similar or different from yours. This is my online space, flying with wordpress, to share with you all kinds of things: who I am in fragments, my accomplishments, my photos and anything I find interesting or strange that makes you think about things. It may be serious, some not so serious and some just darned right ridiculous.

writeLike a chef at work, you will see me perform. I will edit before your eyes as I post a share of thought filled with errors crying for perfection. It may not fill your belly but it will fill your heart of the taste of a writer at work. Because I share then edit, revise, and even remove and repost, I may drive you bonkers but do not despair. It is that of a writer, with errors to share and corrections to make. Do keep in mind I am first serving you words of wisdom before the edit as I write from the heart and soul. The life and times of a writer at work.

About Me


There is no “Buy Button” for my books on this blog. I leave the sales to Inkwater Press and other book venders.

My blog is for you to get to know the author behind the story. Visit me here or visit my other blog Books-SLS Oborowsky where I share links to other author’s blogs. Do join us here on If you add me and have a blog, I’m glad to add you back and happy to read your shared interest. If I have not added you, it is because I got a warning from your site, not because I didn’t try.

Even if you do not follow, do visit again and thank you for stopping by.

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Ivy: The Stem of a Rose and Ivy: The Blossoming of a Rose

These are my first and second books I ever published. The story tells about a Metis family living off a settlement and the tough challenges that face Ivy growing up with a single mother and two sisters. The story is in the era of the 70′s. With the first book, she is 9. She and her sisters find a pond and begin to swim in it until Ivy’s sisters become ill and one thing leads to another. The second book of Ivy is about her at 17 but fills in some crucial gaps from the first book. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed creating it. Ivcover (1000) (722x401)

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All About Spelling

English spelling depends on the country…


Centre British/Canada
Center US
Litre British/Canada
Realize US/Canada
Realise British
licence British/Canada
license US/Canada
Disc British/Canada
Disk US
Skilful British
Skillful US/Canada
Color US
Colour British/Canada

and the list goes on.


Canada usually takes the British spelling which is the longer spelling even in medical words such as anaesthesia rather than US spelling – anesthesia.

For more visit Spelling style variations

[Terry: Just a side note. The difference between American and English spellings is not accidental. It was seen as an essential part of developing an “American Character” by early activists, like Noah Webster:

The speller was originally titled The First Part of the Grammatical Institute of the English Language. Over the course of 385 editions in his lifetime, the title was changed in 1786 to The American Spelling Book, and again in 1829 to The Elementary Spelling Book. Most people called it the “Blue-Backed Speller” because of its blue cover, and for the next one hundred years, Webster’s book taught children how to read, spell, and pronounce words. It was the most popular American book of its time; by 1837 it had sold 15 million copies, and some 60 million by 1890—reaching the majority of young students in the nation’s first century. Its royalty of a half-cent per copy was enough to sustain Webster in his other endeavors. It also helped create the popular contests known as spelling bees.

Handwritten drafts of dictionary entries by Webster

Slowly, edition by edition, Webster changed the spelling of words, making them “Americanized”. He chose s over c in words like defense, he changed the re to er in words like center, and he dropped one of the Ls in traveler. At first he kept the u in words like colour or favour but dropped it in later editions. He also changed “tongue” to “tung”—an innovation that never caught on.[30]

Part three of his Grammatical Institute (1785) was a reader designed to uplift the mind and “diffuse the principles of virtue and patriotism”.[31]

“In the choice of pieces”, he explained, “I have not been inattentive to the political interests of America. Several of those masterly addresses of Congress, written at the commencement of the late Revolution, contain such noble, just, and independent sentiments of liberty and patriotism, that I cannot help wishing to transfuse them into the breasts of the rising generation.”

Catching up with Writer’s Conquest by Thomas A Fowler

The Writer’s Conquest – Level Three – Creating a Platform

The Writer’s Conquest – Level Three – Creating a Platform | Writer’s Conquest by Thomas A Fowler.

How To Fight — For Writers Who Need to Write & Not Fight

Zevon in a promotional picture from 2000.

Zevon in a promotional picture from 2000. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

OK, I’m not a Mixed Martial Artist or a SEAL but occasionally your fictional hero pretty well has to “hit somebody” (Warren Zevon song about hockey players). Now, I have a problem with a couple of things about both book and TV/Movie violence.

1. My understanding is that if you hit someone in the face with an unprotected fist, the fist is likely to lose. It you cut your hand on the teeth, your hand will blow up like a balloon from the infection.

2. How do these people know precisely how hard to hit someone on the head with a pistol to keep them unconscious for exactly 3 hours with no lasting effects? 4 years of Med School?

3. Hitting someone over the head with an object (say a tire iron) would seem to risk a Murder rap.  Or at least years of paperwork and civil trials.

4. Anyone who discharges a firearm anywhere but a firing range is in serious trouble. A cop is going to be doing paperwork for years and, from what I read, killing someone is a major traumatic act (for the killer! I know it’s traumatic for the victim!) So when is firing a gun an acceptable risk?

5.  Every time I get a “wound,” (say a hangnail), it doesn’t go away when I shake it off. And I really  doubt that a “flesh wound” means that you can go through a 15 minute bar fight in the next couple of weeks, let alone hours.

So, I did buy “Throwing Lead: A Writer’s Guide to Firearms (and the People Who Use Them)” on Kindle and LOVED it. It tells you which revolver will probably break your female protagonist’s wrists, where those pesky bullets go after they miss the target and why hiding behind any part of a car but the engine block is completely useless.

and now, I watched this guy Travis Roesler of the Fight Smart Training Program run a bunch of neighborhood toughs ragged by simply dodging their punches. He’s also got a YouTube subscription channel that essentially shows you a series of ways to win a fight in a rational way or simply avoid one. (I once had an Aikido teacher who said it’s very effective to just keep slipping blows until the other guy just starts laughing)

So, just because you’re a wuss (like me,) is no excuse for having silly-ass slugfests or bullets that end up killing some 3-year-old a half-mile away. Here is a short list of stuff from Kindle
The Gun Primer: A Writer’s Guide To Firearm Facts For Fiction
Science Fiction Weaponry: A Guide for Writers (Throwing Lead Singles)
Writing Fight Scenes
Write The Fight Right
Armed and Dangerous: A Writer’s Guide to Weapons (Classic Wisdom on Writing)
and, of course, if something does go wrong.
Books, Crooks and Counselors: How to Write Accurately About Criminal Law and Courtroom Procedure

These probably aren’t the best books (and I would greatly encourage suggestions) but at least it will keep your protagonist from simply looking like an idiot when you really want to look cool.

Writer Unboxed » Two Words Writers Should Avoid

Two Words Writers Should Avoid

Two words to avoidOver the years I have witnessed and/or contributed to critiquing many writers, through my longtime participation in online writers’ forums, through reading agents’ blogs, and through attending some major writers’ conferences.

In my experience, the most brutal critiques tend to come from established literary agents, who typically pull no punches in criticizing the first few pages of aspiring writers’ manuscripts, or in evaluating the effectiveness of their queries, pitches, or loglines. Watching how these agents tear apart the work submitted to them – like a hungry spider relentlessly dismembering a fly caught in its web – reminds me that this whole writing-to-get-published thing is a full-contact sport, and not for the faint of heart.

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Conversely, the most gentle critiques I’ve seen were posted in well-moderated online writers’ forums like Backspace, where rudeness is not tolerated, and even harsh critiques are expected to be delivered with diplomacy, helpfulness, and – this is important – accountability. (This is something you’ll find in a forum with a paid member base, where the site administrators know who everybody is, which in turn helps eradicate the vicious posting behavior that internet anonymity enables in some rather poopyheaded people.)

Whether delivered with a sledgehammer or with a spoonful of sugar, these critiques will often inspire a knee-jerk response from the writers, particularly those who are relatively new to this pursuit. And regardless of what genre they are writing, their response almost always begins with two words:

“Yeah, but…”

When a novelist is challenged on something he likes – one of his darlings – the first two words out of his mouth are almost always Yeah but.

~ Stephen Kingwhat are word for?, On Writing


It’s understandable to want to defend your own work, and that’s what most people do the first time its quality has been called into question. As Stephen King notes in his wonderful On Writing, “When a novelist is challenged on something he likes – one of his darlings – the first two words out of his mouth are almost always Yeah but.”

I bet many of you have run into this. But if not, here are a few examples of what I’m talking about – see if any of them sound familiar:





  • Yeah, but it gets funnier after the first five pages.

  • Yeah, but James Patterson did this exact same thing in a book that sold a bazillion copies.

  • Yeah, but you needed to know that this character used to be a professional ping-pong player 20 years ago – it’s essential to you understanding his arc!

  • Yeah, but it’s just that I’m no good at writing queries. The book itself is totally awesome, believe me!

  • Yeah, but the protagonist becomes much more sympathetic after the first couple hundred pages – honest!

  • Yeah, but you just didn’t “get it” – that’s why you don’t think you’re interested in my awesome book.

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J.W. Northrup announced today that he has finally decided to interview with  blogs, newspapers and give lectures on writing. It was also announced that work on his second book has almost been completed. J.W. was quoted as saying, “it is time for me to take this all the way.”

J.W., who in one year released a dozen short stories in addition to his bestselling novel “The Gold Slaves,” has been busy writing a new book. There are no details of this second book yet, but he promises it will be a huge literary achievement. “I know people will go crazy for this one,” he said in one interview. “It will get people excited for sure.”

If you would like an interview with J.W. you can contact his PR at

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welcome to a new friend: Melonie Ann –Melonie’s Poetic Life

Melonie’s Poetic Life


I am an aspiring writer and poet who has been writing since I was fourteen years old and am now ready to share my words with the world.

I hope that my experiences and words help those who read them find their own voice and unleash their creativity.

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A bit more about me ..

I am 37 years old, live in Northern Ontario Canada – happily married. We have a black lab named Shadow – who is our fur baby. He is 8 years old this April..

My interests besides poetry and writing are:

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Drawn to the building standing so tall

What are the secrets hidden away after all

What is the voice that beckons to me now

So curious to find out somehow

Through the doors I enter with curiosity

Wondering what stories will unfold in front of me

Drawn to the area I take my seat at the table quietly

Searching through articles and sites to see what I stumble upon

My worries have escaped me, my frustrations gone

My hands type the words freely with ease

The knowledge I am gaining make me feel pleased

Time escapes me and suddenly I am told “5 minutes to go”

Carefully I pack my work again and tuck away the knowledge I now know

War Torn Lives

Raptured by war
Rebels overtook
Clawed and torn apart
Death a familiar foe
Ashes instead of homes
Stranded – some escape
Not all make it alive
Woman and children
Captured for slavery
Obey or die!
Tortured and raped
Half Beaten to Death!
Silence or Consequence
Cries and screams
No one hears their silent pleas!
Unknown faces no one sees
Stories untold and forgotten
Precious and troubled souls
Endangered by our ignorance

 [Terry:  Wow. That last poem has a real punch. Nicely done!]

Welcome to a new friend: Corey Booth — ClownRhymes


A Welsh Clown That Rhymes Words ;

My name is Corey Jordan Booth and I come from a small town called Aberdare which is located in  the beautiful valleys of South Wales.
I was born on the 18/09/1991 and I’m currently 20 years of age.
I don’t smoke, drink alcohol or take drugs (One of the few people my age from the area that I live in that is like this).
All my way through school I was not the best behaved child, I preferred skipping classes and rebelling against authority which looking back now was not the greatest of idea’s as I have few qualifications :(
I have many goals in life, the main ones are:
# – Get My Poetry Noticed
# – Become A Care Worker or Professional Writer
All through my life I have never really excelled in anything and could not find anything that would give me self-satisfaction,
but now I have found that writing lyrics fills that void.
My main writing style is in rhyme, this being in a poem, rap or freestyle. Rhyming words together is something that has come
naturally to me and now im learning more skills to be able to time the rhymes with conviction which is making my work better.
On my blog you will be seeing a lot of freestyle, this is a poem or even a rap that i think of straight off the top of my head, i just keep writing what comes into it without editing anything, so even if its poor i still post it, this seems to get my brain in gear which makes it easier to write serious work later on in the day.
Feel free to criticize, praise or even just randomly comment on my work, im always happy to see what people think of my work so i know how to improve in future.
This has been just a quick insight into me i hope you enjoy my work :)

Twitter – @ClownPonders
Email –

Also check out the weekly poetry contest I’m hosting every Tuesday :) i hope you all join in!! :D

I Am Returning!!

I AM BACK :) :) :)

Thank you all for being so patient as my life turned into a world wind of craziness, I left here unexplained and unexpected and for that I am sorry. The reason for my leaving was that I started doing 12 hour shifts 7 days a week at work so life just had to take a back seat for a good while. I also moved house again and it took me a while to get the internet back up and running and all the little jobs like painting and decorating done but from tomorrow onwards I will be posting some more of my work again!!! :)

I will say that that “The Guest” posts I used to do will have to be scrapped as I wont have the time to juggle that with my personal writing and every day life :( But thank you for everyone who gave it positive feedback and all the incredible writers that featured in them posts :)

Now we have “The Poetry Challenge”, I really want to keep this going as It has had such a brilliant outcome in the past and I believe it will be a shame to completely get rid of it. So starting from 07/07/13 which is the first Sunday in July I shall be re-starting “The Poetry Challenge” but it wont be as regular as before. From now on a new challenge will be posted on a fortnightly basis. So here’s what’s going to happen for example, The first challenge will start on 07/07/13 and then we shall have a week of entry submissions, on the following Sunday 14/07/13 I will choose my favourite 3 poems and then there will be a week of voting where you lot get the power to vote and decide the overall winner. The winner will be announced on the Sunday morning and then a new challenge will be posted in the afternoon :) I hope you all got that, I blabbered on so much I confused myself haha!

As for my personal work and what you can expect, this time around I think you will find my work a lot more grown up with a more experienced feel about it. I feel over the time of my absence I have grown not just as a writer but as a person too. Starting my adult life has been tough and independent living has not been the easiest on times but now I finally have stability and I can promise you all that I will not be going anywhere for the foreseeable future!

P.s Thank you all for the incredible support, when I logged on today I was overwhelmed with all the positive comments I am still getting on my work and all the daily views my writing is still getting, Thank you all so much you have no idea how much it means to me!! I also have a new twitter account which will just be for poetry, please follow it and I will follow you back :) @CoreyPoetry

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Together Forever….?


Together Forever….?

Together forever,
That’s what we said,
Maybe the commitment is alive,
But the love is truly dead.
Dead and gone,
This relationship is fiction,
We cant even communicate,
Without it ending in friction.
My diligence,
Keeps this viable,
The way you treat me,
Is not justifiable.
You’re neglectful,
Do I even exist?
The only contact I get,
Is the force of your fist.
Your sardonic comments,
Crush my soul,
Now I’m in to deep,
To get out of this hole.
We sailed together,
Now our boats have started to drift,
Took a chance on each other,
But was it worth the risk?
I can’t trust you,
I’m questioning my devotion,
We cant communicate,
Without causing a commotion,
When I see you,
I await the lies,
The only reason I haven’t left,
Is because I hate goodbyes.
You’re always right,
I’m always wrong,
The question is,
Will you miss me when I’m gone?

A poem by Corey Booth -01/07/13


[Terry: Corey, welcome. I’m really glad to have you here. I do have one question…If you aren’t going to rhyme words, what are you going to rhyme? Cows? Coal? Rarebits?.  Oh well, two things. If your plan is to become a writer and social worker, you should be quite successful at starving since both pay approximately the same–i.e. zip.]

[Oh yeah, and pardon the ‘rarebit’ joke. I don’t know any other Welshish stuff. My father, the Old English professor, always said that the proper term was “Welsh rabbit” anyway because the wealthy English were teasing those Welsh who were too poor after digging coal all day to heat English homes to afford real rabbits.]


Catching up with Old Friends: Poetry on a Roll

What Was She Thinking?


 Just looking at him

she cannot stand

the sight of what she sees.

She wonders what

was going through

her hide and seek.

Back then.



She is puzzled.

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Writer Unboxed » Are You Building An Audience Of Writers, Not Readers?

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Far too many writers build an audience of the WRONG people. As a writer, you craft a work that is meaningful to you, and you wonder how you will connect it to the world. So you begin engaging with people online and off, telling them about your writing.And guess what? Guess who is MOST interested in this journey you are on? Readers? Nope. Oftentimes, it is other writers.So we do what feels validating and welcoming: we join amazing communities such as We forge relationships, we grow our platforms with people who want you to succeed as a writer.But therein lies the problem.

In other words: YES, engage with other writers. But don’t stop there.


Every single week, learn more about who your readers may be. Engage with them in tiny ways online. And off. Learn what it is about your writing that cuts to the heart of why your ideal audience readers. Discover what it is about one of your stories or books that jumped out at people.

How do you begin engaging with readers? Just a few ideas:

  • Read. Read books similar to yours, if possible. Engage as a fan would. Leave reviews online, recommend books, consider who else is doing the same.
  • Understand what other books are like yours, especially those published in the past 5 years. Where are they shelved in bookstores, how are they displayed, what comes up in “People who who bought this also bought…” in Amazon?
  • What is the language that other readers used again and again in reviews on Amazon, Goodreads, LibraryThing, and other sites?
  • Who are these readers – specifically? See their Goodreads profiles, understand what else they read.
  • Talk to readers. On social channels, follow them, comment on their updates, and learn about them. Engage as a fan of similar work, not an author trying to promote your own books.
  • Develop a group of beta readers.
  • Everywhere you go, ask the person standing next to you: “what do you like to read?” Then ask why.
  • Join book clubs, attend events at bookstores and libraries – do anything possible to chat with other readers about why they read. Study the expressions on their face, the cadence of their voice as they talk about reading.
  • Talk more about other people’s books than your own.
  • Create profiles of your ideal readers. Create lists of where you can find them online and off. Go there. Often.
  • Craft messaging that gets readers interested in your writing. Test this again and again, both in person, and in digital channels. Revise constantly.

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A Live Interview With J.W. Northrup! | Novel Ideas

A Live Interview With J.W. Northrup!

Exciting news, Folks!] A new interview with J.W. Northrup hit Youtube yesterday, and it really is a stormer.

J.W. and I discuss a list of questions as long as the arm of a giant. You really need to click the play button and watch this one.

J.W. talks about the writing process, the all-important business of promotion, and the very important details of how to handle a publisher!

Wait… Why am I telling you about it? Go over and see it!
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Good-Bye, Simple Life | Fay Moore: I Want To Be a Writer


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Good-Bye, Simple Life


When I started this blog about writing my first novel, I had no idea of the complexities of the world of publishing and selling books. I didn’t know that the writing of the book would be the easy part.

There was a time when I read the daily blogs of many, many people, keeping up on details of their lives and projects. I enjoyed the interaction, the making of new friends. We talked about our dreams. We dreamed about telling stories that others would read and enjoy. Together–at our own pace–we put one foot in front of the other and started the Writer’s journey. We encouraged each other.

Man, I loved those times!

Then came knowledge–cover design, marketing strategies, book conferences, interacting with the media, and more. Intermingled with all of this is the grind of the re-write and editing, editing, editing.

Plus, I have work outside of writing. And family and friends who need nurturing. And it’s summer: the grass is growing; the garden needs weeding, the ants taking over my house need murdered; the animals need care and play time.

I have complicated my life–by choice–in so many ways. Even though I have given up commercial farming, there is no spare time in the schedule. In fact, I am busier than I ever was. And I am trying to get the #$%^# novel finished!

Okay. Now that I have bawled like a baby and thrown a tantrum, let me say this–I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, maybe one thing. Me. I’d change me to be better organized, less frazzled, less fearful of the unknown, more optimistic about the future. But I wouldn’t change a thing about the craziness of the book world I have embraced.

Simply said, “Good-bye, Simple Life.”


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[Terry: Nah, don’t change.  Think of how horrible the alternative could be.]

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You can change the world « Cristian Mihai

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greatnessRomania has a pretty strange educational system. And, well, the whole system does nothing to tell you that you are special, that you are capable of greatness. I don’t know if this is a bad thing or not, but I’ve always wanted to believe that people have greatness inside of them, that people are capable of being great, of doing wonderful things.

But they’re constantly being told that they’re just average, that they have to play a small part, that changing the world is a task reserved to other individuals.

It’s always others who get to do all the things we want to do, isn’t it?

I grew up as a strange kid. I always wanted more, not because I felt I was great (and I don’t feel like I’m great), but because I felt that it would be better to fail trying to achieve greatness than to never fail at all.

You know, when we’re little we usually dream big. We look up at the stars and we imagine that we only have to grow up in order to reach them. Most of the times, we grow up and never look up at the stars again.

In a world of numbers and figures and bills and mortgages and loans you don’t have time to dream big, you don’t have time to aspire for greatness. You’re constantly being told so.

I was constantly told so, but I just didn’t listen.

I spent years writing with the sense that I wasn’t a good writer. And it was frustrating to do so, to write when others told you that you weren’t cut out for this, or when they simply didn’t care enough to tell you anything at all. You see, I was constantly comparing myself to all the great writers I was reading, and I just felt like I wasn’t good enough.

And I was afraid that I would never be good enough.

Much, much later I learned not to care. I learned, in the hardest possible way, that I can only strive to be better than I used to be. That’s the only battle worth fighting. I learned that constantly asking yourself whether or not your good enough is harmful. In fact, it doesn’t matter if you’re good enough or not, and you’ll never find out if don’t try.

You are great. Maybe you don’t even know it, maybe no one knows it. You just have to find that one thing that makes you great, that one thing you feel you’ve been meant to do and do it over and over again. Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise.

Maybe when you feel like you’re fighting against the whole world for something you believe in is the best possible feeling ever. It might make you angry or sad or frustrated, but in the end, you’ll know you stood up for something.

The world doesn’t owe you anything.

It’s well worth remembering that. In a way, it all depends on you.

Yes, luck plays its part, but if you try hard enough, if you work hard enough, luck will be the only factor you can control. Only you can choose to do so. And guess what? The harder you work, the luckier you get.

There are two types of people in this world: the ones who exist and the ones who live. Most of the times we can’t even figure out which category we’re in, let alone fight our way out of it. Honestly, most people don’t want to know.

I say this is wrong. A life worth living is one in which you are aware of your decisions and actions and you react based on what happens around you. Based on what happens inside you. It’s not easy or simple, but it’s something you’ve got to do.


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Welcome to a new friend:Vergielyn Cubol — What Is A Writer

Greetings! My name is Vergielyn, yes, the same Vergielyn that you probably heard about around the blogosphere. What Is A Writer is  a new site of mine and this is probably where you’ll find me on the upcoming days. I look forward to write new beginnings of my life – as a writer and as a person. See you around folks!

More About Me.

I was the blogger behind the writer’s inspirational blog –  The Writing Corp. I decided to build a new website because I realized that I needed something new. No, I didn’t leave The Writing Corp behind. It  will be run by my trusted fellow writers and I know that they will keep it alive. Currently, I’m working in the computer industry, trying out new things and exploring boundaries as well as trying to get out my comfort zone. I still write, still write to pay the bills and to inspire.

Of course, aside from writing I do other stuffs too. I love philanthropy, kick boxing, food trips, traveling, city walks (during night time, don’t know why), business-related talks and I ultimately love great conversations. Got questions? Drop them below! I may not be able to respond to all your messages but I’ll try my best to do so.

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My Father’s Day Special Story

15 Jun

Do me a favor, go HUG your dad and tell him you love him. Do me the favor of doing the thing that I didn’t have the guts to do for the past 7 years of my life, the thing that I wasn’t able to say – not until when he finally left me.

It hurts living by myself (but don’t think my life is that miserable, God blessed me awesome friends) but what hurts the most is losing the man who had been with you since you first gasp for air. Months ago, I lost my father and the pain was unimaginable. I don’t know how I get over it but it still hurts. I know, wherever he is right now, he is “mutually” proud of me. He’s proud that I made it through on my own (plus my awesome friends), he’s proud how I learned from my mistakes and he’s proud of who I am. Pa, this one is for you.

The Father, The Daughter and The Writer


Some ten years ago..

“Hey Pa!!” I almost yelled those words with glee. Then I walked closer to reach the forty five year old man who was holding a white bag which was filled with something — something that I really really really love! Gee! It was my favorite tropical fruits!

The man was wearing his regular white shirt, rugged denim jeans and his all-time favorite blue slippers. His forehead was sweaty as he only walked that long distant from work to home, even though the heat was ranging that one sunny Saturday noon. “What’d you got?” I asked smiling, gazing on the bag that he was holding. Duh – I obviously knew what it was; I was just trying to play naïve.

“Oh I saw the vendor selling these on the streets, I knew he’ll pass by here and if you’ll see him you’ll only get jealous if you wouldn’t be able to taste ‘em today.” Said by the man in a giggly mood and then he handed the bag to me. I smiled and accepted it. Then in a sweet voice I uttered;“Pa?” The tone of my word sounded as if I was asking and then I looked into his eyes giving him that puppy look on my face.

“I know that kind of look!!” He exclaimed in between his mirthful words. “You need something?”

I nodded, biting my lower lip. “Yeah, a few bucks for a few new pieces of papers and a black pen.”

He smiled and said; “Oh why did I even asked?” His right hand reached for coins from the right pocket of his jeans. Then he handed me a few pesos, enough to buy what I wanted. I opened the bag of fruit, picked a few from it, gave the bag back to him and with smile on my face I started to walk away from the man while popping the juicy sweetness of those summer fruits.

“You are spoiling your kid so much.” I heard another man’s voice though I didn’t bother to look back

“Let it be. It’s her only happiness.” I then, again heard Papa’s words.

 January 22 2013….

“You have to live. C’mon Pa, my book’s going to be on the best seller’s shelves and we will going to have millions. Don’t worry about the bills here in the hospital, this awesome daughter of yours is gonna find a way to erase ‘em all.” I tried to cheer up my voice though deep inside, I was already shattered watching him struggling to grasp for air using that oxygen breather. He kind of giggled after he heard the word bestseller. I knew, deep inside him, he believed that I can do it, that I can be the writer I dreamed I would be. I held his hand and he held me back, squeezing my palm, giving me the assurance that he trusted me.

January 25 2013

Past one in the morning, January 25, year 2013, my Papa died and I witnessed how he lost his last breath. He was bed ridden for four days and can’t barely move. Yet, a minute before he passed away, he rose from his bed to reach for me and then hugged me tightly. I uttered a melancholic goodbye for I know that, that was it. I told him I love him.  A few seconds after we let go of each other (as he lay back in bed), he left me. It was the most beautiful yet painful thing I have in my life on which I know that will stay in my memory forever (or whatever the mature version of forever is). Writing this, at this very moment is making me cry. I lost the man who taught me what moral is, the one who taught me how to love and give unselfishly, that one person who guided me to the right paths and the one I used to constantly argue with because we had different principles in life. There were parts of my life where I think I had the baddest father in the world, but then, the past year of our life changed everything. We had good times, we shared great laughter, sang songs together. At the end I realized, if I had a bad father, then how come on Earth that I am on the right track on 95 percent of my life (even if we were struggling in poverty), how come I become who I am right now? All of these, all of who I am, I partly owe these to my father.

I know we had issues, but still, he is the best to me. My heart is broken. All I am holding on is my promise to him that I’ll make him proud.

 April 04 2013…

“I would give anything I own, I give up my life, my heart, my all….” The melody from the classic Bread song was captured by my ears. It was a usual day of an SEO geek in the office. I  was busy working on my desk, when suddenly; realization came to me. Tears started to ran down from face. Then I heard his voice in my head again, as if I can still hear him talking to me with these words, “when you hear this song and I’m gone, you’ll remember me, my daughter, you’ll remember me…”

My First Climb

AFK (Away From Keyword/Keyboard) Saturday – Yes,  geek reference it is.

My colleague, her brother and I decided to stay away from crazy coding, one morning in June 2013. Our feet led us to the highest mountain in Cebu Philippines – the Osmena Peak which is a thousand meters (and more) above sea level.


Yes, while in the city, the sun was up, this was what it looked like in Osmena Peak – misty, windy and cold.
Thanks to Roukie for carrying my bag!


Daisy and I plotting where and how to climb. I regret wearing an oversize shirt and short shorts. We had no gears whatsoever but It was surprising that I didn’t fear, I felt – thrilled!
P.S : FYI Mountains and Heights are my greatest phobias.


I couldn’t believe I made it to the top without bruises! Most of all I’m alive! It made me realize that we are actually bigger than our fears – those horrible thoughts are just literal sizes but we are always greater than them.


The view was my reward for that four-hour travel

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Tamara Philip, Author

Where Love blossoms...


There are no foxes here

Nostalgia Pie

Comfort food for the soul from a time when things were so much simpler...

Adventures of an author's wife

Editor and publicist for my author wife Michelle McMurrie. Michelle is transgender and wrote her current books under her previous name of Michael Pugh.

Chris Brake Show Podcast

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Fun for the whole asylum!

Psych Circus

Enjoy, Learn, and Erase Stigma!



Globe Drifting

Global issues, travel, photography & fashion. Drifting across the globe; the world is my oyster, my oyster through a lens.

The Honking Goose

something to honk about

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The Chalk Outline

the blog home of mystery writer Jeff Markowitz

Mik Mob's Music Mass

share YOUR favourite tunes with The Mob

Riley Amos Westbook

A fantasy Author with too much free time on his hands that likes to Support Indie Authors.

terry73's Blog

A fine site

To Boldly Go

My mission to seek the Lord and to boldly go where He leads me


Fight corruption in PGCPS. Innovate, Change and Transform - Create Transparency and Accountability Initiative.

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Losing Weight & Looking Great!

On The Heath

where would-be writer works with words

Amanda Dyer

Founder & Creative Director at Maison by Amanda Dyer & Editor-in-Chief, Living 360 Magazine & Mompreneur 360 Magazine

Don Charisma

because anything is possible with Charisma

Journal Edge

An online blog with highly informative, cheerful and inspirational articles for people who love travel to India with passion and make a different Lifestyle. Vikas Acharya is the founder and managing editor at Journal Edge Online Blog. Contact me to find out how I can help you create high-quality blog content, lead magnets, ebooks, and web copy for your business.

Art Attack

Discovering art in everything

What's Good?

Around the globe..

The Digital Inkwell

If poetry be the food for love, pen on.

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Beautiful Life with Cancer

Discovering the Gift

Strictly for the Birds

My banal thoughts while flying on just about everything

Setsu Uzume

Author, Editor, Narrator

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Works of Thought... And Pictures of My Soul

Jobsdhamaka Blog

Job Interview Tips and Career Advices


Just a regular thirty-something-year-old trying to capture the essence of life in writing. Join me as I journey through the ups, the downs and the adventures in between.

Predictable in Her Unpredictability

Doing What Makes My Soul Shine

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A man who will break rules and play dirty, only bound by his own code of survival.