Posted in Life, Writing

A Bit of Spring in January

I did a post sometime back about my favorite place to sit and write in my house.  The photos here were taken in that room. The photo above is a recent picture of one of the Coleus starts that I took from my plants in the yard just before the weather got too cold for them. 

I’ve mentioned before that this room is a favorite of mine because of the beautiful light that it gets.  Apparently, my plants agree with me!  

You would think that it’s Spring instead of the middle of winter, in January, from the way my plants are acting.  

These starts are in water right now, but will be planted into pots with soil and transferred back out to my yard in the spring.  

When my plants are happy, it makes me very happy.  What a gift these beauties have given me!  

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Posted in Poetry

Winter’s Child – #OctPoWriMo

*I know that I am Much too early for a poem about winter.  But the words “Winter’s Child” came to me and would not let me go.  So I had to do something with them.  I hope you enjoy.  🙂

Your eyes are icy blue;

your hair, winter white.

The sun no longer warms us,

Try as it might.

Your skin is as cold

as the lonely moon.

The stars look on with envy

as they spin their frigid tune.

The northern winds chill us

as you whisper December’s name.

A blanket of snow, your gift.

A frozen landscape, your aim.

No harm is meant to us

as the ice crystals softly drift.

For the Winter Child’s heart is tender.

The snow, a winter gift.


Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

  This is part of a 31 day challenge.  October is Poetry Writing Month.  I’m gonna try for the 31 poems in 31 days.  We will see.  You can find out all about the challenge HERE.  Have fun! 🙂


Posted in Uncategorized, Writing

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:,, D’, I am also a prominent guest writer on Poet’  

In June of 2013 I created the rapidly growing blog 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.

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 ( 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.