The Thirst Remains


The need in me

to spew forth my thoughts

is undeniable

My fingers are drawn

to the keyboard

searching for that release

I’m the junkie

twitching

for his next fix

I’m the drunkard

looking for his next drink

I’m the lover

yearning for the touch

of your skin

I long

to watch the letters

flow across the screen

as I chase

the cursor

The cursor is

mocking

me today

My thoughts will not

emerge upon the page

Today

the thirst will

remain

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

My Drug of Choice


My drug, my addiction, my choice! 🙂 How do you feel about your writing?  

Penny Wilson Writes

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Words spilling out.   My fingers can’t keep up with the thoughts in my head.

The scenes unfold behind my eyes.  The screen disappears.  The keyboard, gone.

I’m immersed in this world, self-created.

In my world, anything can happen and sometime does.

In this imaginary world my fantasies bleed, cry, kill and give life.  They lust, love and hate.

All this is done with a key stroke, at my whim.

This is my drug of choice.

Photo courtesy of Getty Images via Huffington Post 

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Writing-My personal HIGH!


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TGIF everyone!

I am just having a BLAST!!  I started a story that I just can’t wait to get back to!!  It’s one of those that just POURS out of you!  The kind of story that writes itself!

This kind of thing is Just a RUSH!  THIS is why I write!  For this Rush, this feeling!  I love it!

It’s been much too long since I’ve felt like this.  It’s been a real struggle the last few months.

So, I must get back to my story!  To once again fall through those white pages to that world of fantasy just beyond.

This is my High, my addiction, my drug of choice!

Thank you to those of you that have stuck with me through the highs and lows, the crap and the good stuff that I’ve written.  I appreciate you so much!

The Thirst


         

I’m the junkie, twitching for his next fix.  I’m the drunkard, looking for his next drink.  I’m the infant, crying for his mother’s breast.

I’m the lover, yearning for the touch of your skin.

The need in me to spew forth my thoughts is undeniable.  My fingers are drawn to the keyboard, searching for that release.

I long to watch the letters flow across the screen as I chase the cursor.

The cursor is mocking me today.

My thoughts will not emerge upon the page.

Today the thirst will remain.

The Thirst


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I’m the junkie, twitching for his next fix.  I’m the drunkard, looking for his next drink.  I’m the infant, crying for his mother’s breast.

I’m the lover, yearning for the touch of your skin.

The need in me to spew forth my thoughts is undeniable.  My fingers are drawn to the keyboard, searching for that release.

I long to watch the letters flow across the screen as I chase the cursor.

The cursor is mocking me today.

My thoughts will not emerge upon the page.

Today the thirst will remain.

Dragons in the Dark


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My dragons burrow deep and sleep the sleep of the evil.  They lie in wait.  They make sure I have my defenses down; that I am once again comfortable in my own skin.

My peripheral vision sees the shadow of these beasts occasionally as they melt into the background.  I try as I might to catch them before they are loose, but they are too clever.

These dragons will creep into my room and sit at the foot of my bed, watching as I slumber.  I have fooled them only once; feigning sleep as their fowl breath assaults my senses.  The stench of their evil is almost overwhelming.

I have awakened on many moonless nights, sure I would see them.  My heart is in my throat as I sweep the room.  I must be sure to catch them if they linger.  All that lingers is the cold sweat that penetrates my gown and their stench.

My hands shake as I toss my gown to the floor.   Sliding back into bed, I stare at the ceiling.  Sleep will elude me this night, for the dragons have already started their assault.

With the dawn, I greet the day with trepidation.  How will the dragons manifest this time?  Will I find myself once again in the dark?  Alone with my dragons, with nothing more than hope to see me way back into the light.

As I lock the front door and walk down the street, I can feel the dragons’ breath on my neck….

 

Amazing image found on Google Images.  Credit to the wonderful artist that created it.  

(C) 2014 Penny Wilson

Why I Write


First of all, I’d like to thank Lori Schafer for asking me to participate in this blog hop.

http://lorilschafer.wordpress.com

Like many of you, there is no single reason why I write; there are several. 

As a teen I wrote the mushy poetry that I think most young girls do.   That was put aside for the most part when I grew up.  I would have the occasional moments of inspiration and set pen to paper, but nothing that really amounted to anything was ever written. 

It was not until just a couple of years ago, I started writing about different events in my life.  At first it was a way to share part of my life with my family that they may not have been aware of.  But then, something different started happening when I was writing.  I found these writings to be very therapeutic.  It was something that was completely mine.  No one else could change it or make it different to suit their needs.  There was a strange freedom that I found in the process of putting down my thoughts, feelings and experiences.   

From writing about my experiences, I started expanding into more poetry and then into fiction.  These avenues gave me even more freedom to express myself. 

My life has been very diverse.  My influences are from my start in the back woods of Oregon, a migratory lifestyle and abusive relationships in my 20’s. There were also many happy events; loves and losses scattered throughout my life as there are with everyone’s.    Our life experiences shape our writing.  

Many of the things that have happened to me are not known by all of my friends and family.  There are bits and pieces of it tossed into every piece of fiction.  This is a way of “getting it out there” without having to discuss difficult situations with them.

I am very fortunate.  I have a small band of cheerleaders at my back.  They support me and my efforts 100%.  They have seen me stumble and fall.   They have also been there to help be stand back up and go on.  Years ago I would never had considered writing the way I do now. 

Because of the support I have, I have been given a precious gift.  It is a release for me.  I can shape it any way I see fit.  I’ve gotten so I crave that release.  The NEED to write is something that came as a complete surprise to me.   

During the times without the inspiration, without that “ping” I get when I have a new idea to write about, I feel deprived.  I’m like addict that cannot concentrate because they need that fix.  Writing has become an outlet for me I’ve never had in my life.  It is unlike anything else. 

Sometimes when the need to write it overwhelming, I start writing with nothing at all in mind.  Sometimes it comes out as jibberish.   Sometimes it turns into something wonderful!  I do not post my jibberish ramblings on WordPress.  Those moments are for me alone. 

My writing has also become a source of discovery for me.  There are times when I write that I fall through the page, past the cursor and am totally immersed in what I am writing.  During these moments, my real inner self comes out.  It’s a little hard to explain.  But when I pull myself back into reality, I am often surprised by what is on the pages in front of me.   

Getting lost or immersed in something like that is the real addiction.  To lose myself and let the cursor take me away.  This is a high like no other to me.  This is why I write.  I want that high.  

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Please take a few minutes and look at the wonderful bloggers listed below.  They will posting their own articles for why they write in the coming weeks. 

 

Hello, I’m Morgan, an online, award-winning blogger, freelance writer, and e-book author who has produced short stories, newsletters and mountains of poetry. I am a current member of the Independent Author Network  and have published poetry on the websites: MuseZine.com, Poetry.com, D’Verse.com, NaPoWriMo.com. I am also a prominent guest writer on Poet’sCorner.com.  

In June of 2013 I created the rapidly growing blog http://www.Booknvolume.com on WordPress.  In one year Booknvolume has had over 60,000 visitors and has amassed over 2800 followers from over 150 countries worldwide.  My birth name is Cynthia, but I write under the pseudonym ~Morgan~, so don’t let it confuse you. 🙂

My first book, “Dark Fey, The Reviled” is book one in a series I am currently penning.  It is a Fantasy genre story set in the primordial forests of mystical time in a land peopled by both Light Loving and Darkness Revering Faeriekind. It is a tale of Light and Darkness, of Joy and Sorrow, the Loved and the Unloved.  It shares the Trials and Triumph of Courage and Perseverance, while wrapping the reader in lush, lyrical descriptions.  Available on Kindle, “Dark Fey, The Reviled” is already receiving 5-star reviews.  http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Fey-Reviled-Cynthia-Morgan-ebook/dp/B00JYDIWW2/ref=cm_cr_pr_pb_t#_

Some of my other passions and interest include my deep love for animals and the environment, music, acting, cooking, astronomy, spirituality and the paranormal.  I have been a Guardian with the ASPCA since 2008 and also supports the St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital.

Escape with me into a world of Magic and Mystery; into a Realm of Beauty and Enchantment, into an intense adventure for your Mind and Spirit.

*****

Brad Locke has always been a story teller. Language class in Grade Four, hanging out with his childhood friends at the playground, babysitting his younger cousins or writing highschool exam answers, telling stories were always part of his early life.

As an adult the opportunity to tell stories continued. Working with various youth groups, program director at a children’s summer camp, a support worker with individuals facing behavioral challenges, an occasional wedding emcee and a roleplaying gamemaster, stories being shared are a usual part of each day.

With the internet revolution Brad chose to take advantage of the technology to share his stories with a larger audience and in 2010 began his blog, The Convoluted Menagerie (http://blockader.wordpress.com/). There, those who happen to stumble upon his blog from all corners of this round planet, plus his mom, get to read some of the stories he’s been sharing for years. (And an occasional one or two that he’s kept secret for just as long.)

Brad currently resides in Newfoundland, Canada, has several books stuck in his head, randomly posts thoughts on Facebook and often wonders what he would be doing if this year was actually 1814.

 

My Drug of Choice


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Words spilling out.   My fingers can’t keep up with the thoughts in my head.

The scenes unfold behind my eyes.  The screen disappears.  The keyboard, gone.

I’m immersed in this world, self-created.

In my world, anything can happen and sometime does.

In this imaginary world my fantasies bleed, cry, kill and give life.  They lust, love and hate.

All this is done with a key stroke, at my whim.

This is my drug of choice.

Photo courtesy of Getty Images via Huffington Post 

I Need a Fix


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When I get inspiration for something to write about, it is usually just a small “ping”.  It’s just a wisp of an idea.  The exception is my longer pieces, stories.  These I usually have at least the basic plot and flow of the story in mind before I start.

I had a real “ping” today.  http://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/ RonovanWrites has a wonderful blog that you should take a look at.  He did a poem yesterday inspired by a picture.  You can find it here.  http://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/truth-in-a-picture/

Not only is the poem beautiful and thought provoking, but today, Ronovan went into explanation as to how the poem “wrote itself”.   http://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2014/07/01/how-i-wrote-a-poem/

This train of thought is what gave me fuel today.  That “ping”.

When I sit down to write, most of the time I am completely swept away by the story or point I want to make.  I fall down The Rabbit Hole.  My journey is usually one that is unexpected.

I have heard other writers make the same type of reference.  I had no idea how true it was until recently.  What may start out as a humorous story may end up being a real tear-jerker.  I just never know where my keyboard will take me.

The world falls away and I am carried to that magical, mystical place that only few know.  When I am completely immersed in something, I don’t want to pull myself back into reality.   The feeling is exhilarating and powerful!  It’s something I have come to crave.

When I don’t get my fix; when my keyboard is on strike, I feel let down, disappointed somehow.

I am not as prolific a writer as many of the wonderful people I follow on WordPress.  I want to be, believe me.  I need my fix.

Picture courtesy of Freeimages.com