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Writing Wednesdays
It seems normal, almost sane to have Writing Wednesdays, yeah? Yeah! So I have been dying to try and figure out how to make this work. Like seriously. Do i put it out there, or do I try something different? I put it off. I introduced Fully Awake Dreamers, which is still happening but I’ve decided to be a little lighter with posting them, because it needs to be special. This now brings me to something more. Something better. Welcome to Writing Wednesday. What’s the deal with is? Well I’m glad you asked. Today (and every Wednesday from now on) I will be giving you a writing prompt. Something that…
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Guilt Attacks Writing, But It Too Shall Pass
So I had this brilliant notion of a writing schedule. I proclaim I’m going to do it. Cue the next three days: Sitting around watching movies instead of writing. For one I just couldn’t bring myself to write. It’s a horrible, all encompassing feeling where I sit down, open Scrivener and nothing comes to mind. Nothing leaves my fingers. I just wanted to curl up in a ball under my blanket and watch Pompeii and the rest of Private Practice. So I did. I felt so much guilt for it. I have always felt this way, but I guess it’s because I’ve been a serial student for a long time…
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Sharing Sunday – Stolen
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by Mikki, a darling friend of mine who is stronger than she looks and so intellectually beautiful it’s breath taking. Her piece, like most of what she pumps out, is gorgeous and flawless. I know she’ll think otherwise, as all of us writer’s do, but it’s the truth. I hope you enjoy it! Stolen Siobhan strides from the supermarket toward her car, her dark face clenched with embarrassment. She doesn’t notice the keys until they crunch under her shoe. “Jasmine?” she whispers, staring at the keys and a pink and white leather shoe lying discarded nearer to the car. Her daughter, whom she…
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Writing Schedule
Okay I’m putting my foot down and starting a writing schedule. I haven’t done it in the past but I’m going to have to learn, I’m getting sick of this crazy writing whenever it strikes me thing and all of this waiting. So I’m setting one up. I’m going to lower my word count from 2000 to something under 1000 possibly 850 because I can do that in my sleep. Most of my blog posts have been half way to there, but not quite enough. So tomorrow I’m going to wake up tomorrow and get out of bed with the motivation to write at least 400 words before breakfast, if…
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Sharing Sunday – Dad’s Eulogy
I’m still waiting for a few people to send me their pieces but today for Sharing Sunday I’m sharing Dad’s Eulogy I read out at his wake. I don’t know how I managed to get through all of it without crying but I did it. Dad’s Eulogy George Panagiotis Kontos. It’s just a name, but the man behind the name is one that I’ve always struggled to put into words. He was kind, caring, loving, hilarious and a dork. Each and every one one of you here can attest to having shared a funny or dirty joke with him. He was the epitome of jokester. Most of all he was…
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Fully Awake Dreamer – Megan Hanson
Today’s dreamer is one of my gorgeous besties in Melbourne. She stumbled home with me after a night of tacos, dancing and cider and the rest is history. She is kind and caring and I’m dying to try and get some piece of writing from her, even when she thinks that she’s not great with fiction (I think you are!). She is an amazing editor and even managed to edit my questions ha! I love her for it. So without further ado I introduce today’s Fully Awake Dreamer: Megan Hanson. Tell us a little about yourself and what you write. I’m an editor at an educational publisher and a sporadic…
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Sharing Sunday – Infinity
I’m a little late with today’s piece, I’m in Waikerie for my gorgeous Koumbara’s baby shower. I can’t wait to meet Baby Walker! (I know his name and you can’t get it from me no matter what you do!) So today’s piece is actually one of my own. I wrote for the Espresso Shot: Lentils as Anything edition. Leave me a love note. And send in your stories for more sharing sunday editions. Infinity The cafe was busy, bustling with life and smiling; it was alive. I wasn’t. I twirled t never-ending circle around my left finger and scanned the room, my half finished latte now cold. The sun was…
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Writing it Out: Some Healthy Advice
Since writing the short story, I’ve been trying to get my novel back on track. I’ve been trying to set myself small goals. 500 words here, 800 words here. It seems that only in times of transit (I’ve been to Bendigo and I’m currently back in Adelaide for a few weeks) I’ve reached over 1000 words. I’m just not feeling the writing and I had been stuck on various bits of my novel and the words are just not coming out. I’m too hard on myself. I know that I am and it’s not something that is going to change. It’s just my nature but instead of actually forcing myself…
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Time Has No Meaning When Dealing With Grief
Grieving is a funny process. It’s overwhelming and it’s probably harder than anything I’ve ever had to come across. Since Saturday I haven’t been able to keep a clear track of what’s been happening. Days are mixed up. I feel like it’s still Saturday and I’m going through the motions. I’m laughing to keep myself sane, keeping busy to stop the thoughts but most of all I’m trying to stop the tears. I’m keeping them at bay. I wrote this in the midst of things. It was going to be this post but I got distracted by everything and I didn’t get a chance to finish it. Starting today’s…
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Sharing Sunday – Robert J Browning (an excerpt)
I’m slowly dwindling out of writer friends to bug about Sharing Sunday. So I’m opening it up to you guys. Come and help me share some amazing stories. Send them to my mandi(at)dreamingfullyawake(dot)com with a little bio and you can get your story, song, anecdote showcased on here! Today’s story is by Jess, one of the first friends I made at NMIT! She’s pretty rad. I hope you enjoy her piece. It’s an excerpt from a collection of short stories. She wanted to explore the private lives, a side that is almost never shown in a short story. Leave her some love. Robert J Browning When Robert J…