Throwback Thursday, Writing, The Writer's Desk, The Lena Files

The Lena Files: Ignorance is Bliss

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.

Writing Wednesday, Writing, The Writer's Desk, Behind the Scenes

Writing Rule #1

Hello Loves,

I’m not the only writer in the family. I have not one, not two, but three cousins that have also published. My sister has jumped on the bandwagon too and is in the midst of writing to someday publish. As you can imagine when I talk to my sister the conversation often turns to writing. Since she’s still in the getting to a completed manuscript phase, she often asks me about my process. I share my techniques and encourage her to find what works for her. As she is one of my biggest cheerleaders she often says I should teach a class on it. Well, that’s not going to happen because who has that sort of time? Between my EDJ (evil day job), two children, a husband, writing, and various craft projects I surely don’t. What I do have time for is to post a few tips every now and then for aspiring authors.

motivation, Behind the Scenes, The Writer's Desk

When I Wake in the Morning

There’s a line from the movie Sister Act II that has stuck with me since I heard it:

If you wake up in the morning, and you can’t think of anything but singing. Then you should be a singer.

Well I can’t sing. Not even a little. Not even if my life depended on it. But writing and storytelling is my singing. Since I was little girl, I’ve been telling stories. Before I could read or write I was making up stories, especially with my Barbies.