Spread Your Wings: An IWSG Post

Good day, everyone!

Sometimes, it feels like forever until we come to the first Wednesday of the month. Sometimes, not so much. The former is true this month. Regardless, it’s time for my monthly Insecure Writer’s Support Group post. For those new to my blog, the IWSG is a community of writers dedicated to support and encourage fellow writers, no matter what stage of the process they’re in. Members share their triumphs as well as their struggles.

I would like to thank this month’s co-hosts: Raimey Gallant, Natalie Aguirre, CV Grehan, and Michelle Wallace. I encourage you to check out their sites, as well as check out the IWSG website for more information. Continue reading “Spread Your Wings: An IWSG Post”

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The Essentials On My Writing Space: An IWSG Post

Good day, my writing and blogging friends.

So, we’re at the tail end of 2018. Just a few weeks remain. And we’re at the first Wednesday of the last month. Time for the last Insecure Writer’s Support Group post of the year.

Before I get started, I want to get a few things off my chest. Continue reading “The Essentials On My Writing Space: An IWSG Post”

No Writer Is An Island: An IWSG Post

Hey everyone,

It’s the first Wednesday of the month. So it’s IWSG time. For those who don’t know, bloggers like myself share stories about our writing journeys to inspire fellow writers. We share our triumphs, our insecurities, our habits. Anything writing-related. Much thanks to this month’s co-hosts: Erika Beebe, Sandra Hoover, Susan Gourley, and Lee Lowery. If you want to learn more about the group or to sign up, click on the link. Continue reading “No Writer Is An Island: An IWSG Post”

There Is A Season: An IWSG Post

Good day, my writing and blogging friends.

It’s Wednesday, which means it’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Can’t believe we’re a third of the way through the year. And Spring is in full bloom. And at least where I live, it’s finally feeling like Spring. The bees are out in full force. Allergies are flaring. And many of us are prepping the yards for the summer. Continue reading “There Is A Season: An IWSG Post”

Resolving To Be Imperfect: An IWSG Post

Hello, my fellow writers.

It’s a rainy day here in Georgia. Usually a good time for writing. And being that it’s the first Wednesday of the month, it’s time for my Insecure Writer’s Support Group post. I have to say that for this month, I had a hard time deciding on what to talk about. I thought about answering the optional question, but I had this feeling I needed to talk about something else. Continue reading “Resolving To Be Imperfect: An IWSG Post”

Rainbow Soup

Hi there.

I was working out the details of my main short story when I read an email from Poets and Writers. Long story short, it was about soup. Kind of fitting because a lot of people have had bouts with the flu. There are a couple of different ways to write about soup. I thought I’d share my take on the prompt. Enjoy.

Quinton always knew that Mason would be a chef. Ever since he was eight, he devoured everything put on his plate. Didn’t matter if it was meatloaf or spinach or fish sticks. Continue reading “Rainbow Soup”

My Writing Christmas List

We’re thirty days away from Christmas. (Hard to believe.) And by this time, kids and adults are compiling their Christmas lists. So I am going to give you my list of things I want for Christmas. And if you didn’t guess by the title, everything will be writing-related. Now, this is only a wish list. I don’t expect to get any of these items. But if there’s anyone willing to gift me any of these items, “Thank You” will be in order. Continue reading “My Writing Christmas List”

Weekend Coffee Share: Growing and Rehashing

Hi there.

Good to see you. I’m sorry if I haven’t been as active on these posts. Sometimes, there’s not a whole lot going on in my life that’s worth talking about. But I’m glad you’re here. Today is an apple cider kind of day. I just finished doing some yard work. And man, it was cold this morning, which is what it’s supposed to feel like in the fall. So I’m going to have my apple cider while you take in whatever you want. I also have some eggnog if you want a different kind of creamer. We also have coconut creamer. That’s Colleen’s new go-to creamer. We have to buy at least two a trip because she goes through it like she goes through unsweetened tea. 

Anyway, glad to see you here. We’ve been busy with the kids, especially Jaxon. Last week, he started school. It’s kind of scary. We were so used to carrying him around with us while running errands. Now that he’s attending special education, the house just doesn’t feel the same. Even when we took him to school, there was something so surreal about it. It was only yesterday that we let the bus pick him up. We met the driver upon meeting his teacher and seeing his classroom. I felt I was going to cry for a moment. It was difficult watching someone else strap him in. And then when he left, I stood there, hoping he would be okay. I thought he would cry when I left the bus. But he sat there, quiet. I was happy, and yet, sad because he was growing. 

It’s only been a week since he started special education, so it’s really unfair to measure progress. Reading the teacher’s reports, though. I get a sense of confidence. It seems like Jaxon is adapting well to the new routine. But even then, they don’t do the same thing every day. That’s good. I guess the one thing I’m trying to learn about having an autistic child is that the definition of progress and success is much different. There are a lot of things we take for granted that are a legitimate struggle for someone like Jaxon. Like following directions (which some people still struggle with), finding ways to communicate wants and needs, using the potty (though he’scoring around). Stuff like that. It’s normal to us, but we have to work extra hard to teach him, and even then, he won’t get it right away. So we have to be patient and adapt ourselves to a different “standard.”

I try not to listen to the news very much. As important as some of these stories are, I feel like the media wants to solely focus on the negative. I don’t know if it’s a ratings thing or what. But there is a direct correlation between what’s going on now and the shape of our country today and how it affects future generations. Take the stories of sexual misconduct that seem to be piling up. Victims have been speaking out more since the Weinstein story broke loose. And with every day that passes, someone new is accused of sexually inappropriate behavior. The thing that concerns me more that I don’t think is being addressed is the lessons we’re teaching our children, especially our young men. I’m concerned about the message we’re sending to them when it comes to women. As a father of two young children, I have a responsibility to teach them respect for themselves and for other people. I also have a responsibility to teach them to defend themselves and not be afraid to speak up against any kind of abuse. 

NaNo is in full swing. It’s been ten days, and I’ve read tweets and Facebook status updates on their progress. While I’m not participating in NaNo, I made it a point to write every day to build that habit. Sad to say, I failed in that goal. And I have no one to blame but me. I’ve let myself get distracted by other things and haven’t made writing a priority. There was one day where I was so stressed, I couldn’t bring myself to continue writing a story I started. And even now, I’m thinking about scrapping it. It might have been the stress talking, or it might have been because I put too much pressure on myself to write a story by a certain time, based on advice I sought out. That never works out for me. In the end, I end up more miserable and unwilling to write anything. That’s something I’m trying to change. So for now, the story I started is on the shelf. But I started thinking of a new story in its place. But i’m taking my time because I want to make sure it’s a story I want to write. And I may incorporate elements of the last story into this one. We’ll see. 

Well, that’s it for today. I got to get dressed for work. Let me know how your week has been in the comments. Contrary to the belief, I do read them. I may not comment on the comments, but I want you to know that you are not being ignored.

So long for now.