Tag: inspiration

Playing Favorites Friday “Trent’s World (The Blog)”

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Uncategorized

Happy Friday all!  We all have our favorites, right?  Favorite food, favorite music, etc.  I have favorite blogs.  Many, many favorites.  🙂  I decided that I need to be sharing these favorites with you.  After all, they ARE wonderful and that’s why they are favorites, right?

So today is my first of many (I hope) favorites, that I wish to share with you.  In no particular order, I’ll tell you a little about them and why they are my favorite blogs to visit.  Please be sure to drop by and give their blog a look-see.  You won’t be sorry and they might just become a favorite of yours too!

My very first favorite is Trent’s World (The Blog) 

I start with Trent’s blog because he is one of the very first bloggers I connected with on WordPress.  He’s always been kind, inspiring and helpful to me from day one.  His blog is a treasure trove of short stories, not-so-short stories, prose, photography, art and various other things.

Trent does a Weekly Smile piece that is always fun to check out and participate in.  Trent is a very active blogger and participates in a number of prompts and challenges here.

Trent now has 4 books in print and 5th one coming soon!  He’s a prolific writer who weaves colorful and imaginative stories.  You can check out his book titles and descriptions HERE.

So be sure to check out Trent’s blog.  It’s worth your time and it may just become a favorite of yours too!

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

Next Friday, Playing Favorites Friday #2.  Be sure to watch for it! 🙂

 

 

My Muse. Who Is She?

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry, Prose, Stories, Writing

What does my muse look like?  A lot like me, but much younger; late twenties, perhaps early thirties.  She’s tall and lean with long flowing dark hair that is crazy-wild.  Her eyes are full of fire and attitude.  You wouldn’t mess with this girl.  But who IS she exactly?  

Sometimes, she’s right there on my shoulder, whispering delightfully witty prose into my ear.  Other times, she’s stomping around the room, steam coming from her ears as she rants and raves about the injustices in her life.  She can weep like a little girl with her first crush or spew sensual lines of love.

My muse also has an “I don’t give a sh*t” attitude sometimes.  At these times, what ends up on the screen is not worth the effort it took to type it.

There are times when my muse is exhausting.  Tap, tap, tapping at the keys, furiously trying to record the thoughts in her (my) head.  I can barely keep up with the flow of her need to express herself.

Sometimes my muse disappears.  She gives me no notice, doesn’t leave a note letting me know when or if she’ll be back.  She’s terribly selfish at times like this.

But eventually, she comes back, perky and smiling, ready to provide me with more inspiration, ideas and the gift of expressing my inner thoughts.

I know my muse better than anyone else.  Ever.  But there are times when she surprises me.  She can be very dark, ugly even.  The things that she’s forced me to write make me shudder and shake my head with revulsion.  I’m shocked at the brutality that comes forth. We somehow manage to reconcile and join forces again.

My muse is a shape-shifter.  She’s an ever-changing kaleidoscope of colors, moods, and light.  I love her and despise her.  But I wouldn’t want to ever be without her.

Do you have a muse?  What is your muse like?  

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny wilson

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Found — Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry, Prose

REBLOG: This beautiful piece resonates with me so much that I just had to share it with you. Please visit Audrey’s lovely blog for more of her amazing work. Enjoy! ❤

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And then there was light. Those are someone else’s words, but I felt them run through me, a cleansing. I watched in awe, as power consumed nature. In my time – is all I heard. Then the storm moved in and surrounded me, created a blindness towards my search for understanding, quite literally! Washed in […]

via Found — Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister

The Spark

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry, Writing 



Moments
dissolve
under my fingertips

Meaningless

The spark
oh, that spark
how I chase you!

You tease me
tempt me

I dream
of the other side
of the page 

Blissful 
virginal world
of my creation

The rush!

Spark
ensnared!

fleeting

elusive

Fingers fly
across the keyboard
before the

evaporation

of
the
Spark 

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson

Unstable Realm

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry, Writing 

I take the words
and set them aside  

My prized cache

I sometimes file them
neatly  

Other days
they blend and fade  

Dissolving 

A brief glimpse  

They tantalize
with only
hints of what they
can become

I keep the case locked
guard them
hoard them  

Their opaque
existence
an unstable realm

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson

*Words and phrases become treasures hoarded.  Seedlings for 
future poetry, writings.  These are so fleeting.  If I don’t 
immediately write them down, they are usually lost, gone forever.

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