D – Dormant

This is my version of the A to Z challenge. 



Meaning: Inactive but capable of becoming active

Dormant.  Boy does that ever describe me the last couple of months!  I’ve basically written Nothing since December.  Shame, shame.

That’s why I decided to give myself this challenge.  It is at least a way for me to write SOMETHING each day.  Maybe it will help me get back into the groove.

Another D word.  Have I just been too Distracted?  I’m not sure.

Those of us that write have all experienced this at one time or another:  I sit down with my faithful little laptop and stare at the blank page in front of me.  Nothing comes.

Somehow, I think that if I stare at that blank page long enough, like magic, something will pop into my head.  Lately, that hasn’t happened.

In the past, I would hear a line in a song, or something someone said and that was all I needed!   My mind was off and racing to fill up the white space on the page.  What the hell happened?  I’ve been stuck before, but not for this long!

Another D word.  Discovery.  Tomorrow I take off on my little adventure.  I’m going someplace I’ve never been before.  Just me.  All by myself.

I’m excited about this.  I look forward to seeing a new path of roadway and new scenery.

I’m trying very hard to Be Present.  “Enjoy the moments” is a phase that a friend of mine uses quite often.  Simple, but powerful.  It reminds me to stay focused on today, now, the present.  Tomorrow will take care of itself.

All we really have is the Now.  Tomorrow is never promised.  Yesterday is gone.

Well, looking back at what I’ve written here today… Wow.  I’ve really rambled today!  I guess this has been a good exercise for me.   Letting my mind just, go.  Writing it all down as I go.   Is it Good writing?  No.  But it’s writing and that’s the point.



Why I Write

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


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.  


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.