Black History Month: My Perspective

February is usually a quiet month, outside of the Super Bowl, Valentine’s Day, and the Oscars, which is airing as I write this post. It’s also American Heart Month, which reminds me–I need to start working out. Can’t be a good writer sitting around the house all day. Need to exercise every once in a while.

And, lest we forget, February is Black History Month. Continue reading “Black History Month: My Perspective”

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Being this is Valentine’s Day, I figure I contribute a little something, even if it’s my first flash fiction piece.

Sheila sat at the bar, her magenta dress flowing down to the floor. The dew from her martini trickled down to the napkin, making a perfect ring. She glanced down at her Blackberry and let out a sigh. Nothing. Sheila stuffed the phone into her clutch. What was taking so long?

“Another one, ma’am?”

Sheila shook her head. She felt something vibrate. She fished out the phone. The ID read “Wiley.”

“Hey, baby. Are you on your way?”

“Bad news. The boss wants this presentation completed ASAP. I agreed to stay late to get this finished.”

“But this was supposed to be our night. You promised me.”

“I know I did. I’m sorry.”

Sheila hung up the phone. Her face turned sour. Tears welled up in her chocolate eyes. She waved for the bartender.

“Check, please.”

“Just a moment.”

A towering gentleman approached Sheila, dressed in an ash grey three-piece. She turned toward him. He placed his hand upon hers. Her body stiffened up. The only movement she managed was the blinking of her eyes.

“I believe the lady’s not done yet.”

Sheila and the gentleman sat down at the bar. He waved for the bartender.

“I’ll have what she’s having.”

“Excuse me, do I know you?” Sheila asked.

“Not yet, but you will.”

10 Ways to Get in the Writing Mood

I struggle with getting in the right frame of mind when it comes to writing. These tips help me, and I hope they will help you, too.

Jessica White

Writing scenes often requires setting one’s mind in the right mood.  Some scenes are intense, some somber, some hysterical. As a writer, I can’t allow myself to travel the emotional roller coaster all the time.  I can’t meditate on being angry or scared for the amount of time it takes to write a scene.  But there are a few tricks I keep in my pocket to get me into the zone quickly.

10 Ways to Capture the Right Mood to

1. Find the Right Song

Nothing can put me in the right frame of mind quicker than music.  I usually pick a soundtrack of songs that fit the pacing and mood I need for certain scenes, then I can come back to the same songs next time I sit down to write.  For Surviving the Stillness, my go to songs were Tenth Avenue North’s Worn, Shane and Shane’s Though You Slay Me, and Jars of…

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Month in Review: January

I’m quickly learning that WordPress plays the stat game. I’m not really sure what all of this means. It’s been some time since I last had a blog on WordPress. (I’m surprised it hasn’t gone away or something.) Anyway, as much as I appreciate them keeping up with traffic, I thought I would do my own little “review.” Continue reading “Month in Review: January”

Diversity in Writing

Recently, our country celebrated the accomplishments of Dr. King and how his work changed how we view people of different races, genders, and so forth. A couple of days later, I watched a town hall meeting on local television discussing race relations in my city. The consensus is that these government-funded programs and changes in police policy will amount to nothing unless, first and foremost, we humans change how we perceive people outside of our race, culture, gender, creed, social status, profession, whatever is we use to judge and compare ourselves to others. I understand the events over the latter half of last year fractured the already fragile trust between the police and the citizens they’re “sworn to protect.” I’ve seen demonstrations on TV claiming “Black Lives Matter.” But–as people have asked, I’m sure–what about Latinos, Asians, homosexuals, transgenders, and so on? Yes, every life has meaning; every life is precious. Every life matters. My point is that things are not going to change on the grand scale if they’re not changing on the small scale. It starts with every last one of us. We don’t necessarily have to love one another, but there is an amount of respect we have to show for one another. That’s where it starts.

So, what’s this to do with writing, you ask? Continue reading “Diversity in Writing”

Students of the Game

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fireside Chat.”

As a new blogger, I am fascinated how others started blogging and sharing their works. There are a few whose blogs I follow and have “met” on Twitter. Those who share a passion for writing. I want to learn from them on their writing process, what they’re working on, and incorporate their lessons and techniques so I can become a better writer.

It’s true that when we write, we usually spend it by ourselves, shut off from the rest of the world for moments at a time, creating something out of nothing. But as in life, writing is not meant to be hoarded or boxed away. Writers, as with anyone else, cannot navigate the waters alone. Writers need other writers to balance them out; to share their works, to discuss what works and what doesn’t. One of my goals is to meet and join a writing group. So far, it’s gone rather slowly. Partly because I haven’t dedicated the time to research groups in my area. I look to get better and find a group that can work around my hectic schedule. (Good luck to me finding such a group, but that’s what social media is for, I suppose.)

There are so many people I’ve met through Facebook, Twitter, and WordPress, it’s hard to choose one or two or three people I really want to sit down and have a long chat. I want to meet them all. I believe we can learn from each other. In a way, we’re all students of the game.

I Kissed a Girl

I shared in my first post that I would share some of my stories with my audience. Here’s the first of what I hope is many to come.

Natalie Talcott is the prettiest girl in my class. She has it all: sparkling green eyes, wavy copper hair that flowed down to her shoulders, an excellent softball player. She is perfect. I am way out of her league. So, imagine my surprise when I got an invitation to her birthday party. Continue reading “I Kissed a Girl”