Behind the Scenes, New Releases, The Writer's Desk, Writing, inspiration
Sonder is defined as the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. Originally from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, which has a lot more beautiful neologism definitions like this you might enjoy.
Sonder is not a "real" word as it is not in any of the standard dictionaries. It's in Urban Dictionary, which is pretty standard to me because the definition of Lena makes me sound like I have myself together, which I obviously do (some restrictions may apply).
motivation, Behind the Scenes, inspiration, The Writer's Desk, Writing, Writing Wednesday
Sometimes the river of words dries up, even for the most experienced authors. This used to be my default mode. It’s the very reason I have a tote full of partially written stories. I’d start the novel, thousands of words would pour out, then they trickled before turning into a drip that found my fingers hovering over the keyboard trying to figure out what to write. The rule to follow to combat writer’s block is:
motivation, Writing Wednesday, Writing, The Writer's Desk
Not many of us are fortunate enough to write full time. (Oh how I wish I were one of the lucky ones. Maybe someday.) As I mentioned in my Just Write post my plate is full. I have family and friends that demand time. I have a small craft business because I can’t stay away from crafting any more than I can stay away from storytelling, believe me, I’ve tried. There’s also the EDJ (evil day job) which is only evil because it takes up the bulk of my day and keeps me from writing (but it keeps the bills paid so...).
With all the balls I’m juggling how do I keep them all in the air? Simple.
Throwback Thursday, Writing, The Writer's Desk, The Lena Files
Milan truly believed ignorance was bliss. Not intellectual ignorance, but ignorance from her reality. When she got bills in the mail she just didn't open them because not seeing the amount due meant she didn't have to pay, which she couldn't afford to do anyway. She used ignorance to cope with reality.
It was 10:40 pm on December 1. She sat in her dorm room alone streaming music. That day she had taken an HIV test as part of the campuses World Aids Day. After a year of simply not wanting to know and several months of conceiving every possible reason it couldn't happen to her, she finally conceded to doing what was right for her. The days it would take for the results to come back would be tough. Fear of a positive test had already begun to set in.