Amy on writing

Go

Light streams through my plexiglass walls like molten fractals of violent sun.

Days of nowhere and smudgy hands shake my world and all is lost.

Go ahead and stare.

Splinter me down by a single delicate toe and I’ll articulate my arms to bygone melodies.

I’ll spin and spin until the blackness falls and my head bows to the floor.

Go ahead and dance pretty girl.

Tap the glass and close the box for I am none of those things.

Cheers all! This one’s for everyone who needs reminding that they are welcome to tell themselves to fuck off!

We are our own worst critics…

Write on writers! I’m gonna.

Amy

Painting: oil on canvas by me.

Amy on writing

Amy’s Bad Advice #3

It’s worth what you paid for it.

Never fall victim to one of these classic blunders:

The most famous of which is, never get involved in a land war in Asia–

but only slightly less well-known is this: Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line!

This concludes Amy’s Bad Advice for back to school week. I think we can all agree that this is solid advice from a well-adjusted character in an epic piece of literature. Thanks Vizzini!

Advice from William Goldman, The Princess Bride.

What’s the most inconceivable thing you’ve heard or been advised of recently? I love to learn….

Cheers, Amy

Amy on writing

Enemy Mine

 

I close my eyes to reclaim my peace. But in the darkness I come at you swinging with the force of a thousand wrongs.

 

Always swinging, never connecting.

 

I bat at you with kitten paws but you never even flinch. I kick and scream at your impenetrable walls, but you’re a fortress. I am lost.

 

I break the glass with banshee cries and chew the shards to sand. I taste the blood and spit it out, a bitter pool for your reflection.

 

I hope you drown.

 

I grab your hair and lick your face to mark you as my own. You belong to me I say when I Holyfield your ear.

 

And when I think I’ve won again, again you slip away. The light of day has won this one. It always is the same.

 

Enemy of my enemy, enemy mine.

 

In my angsty, community raised, couch surfing, teen years I wrote a lot of poetry. In lieu of a heart dotted i diary, I would sit with my Mazzy Star, The Doors or Alice In Chains and write all the wrongs of my little world. When I was done, I would smile and frolic off on my merry California way, refreshed and ready to do what teenagers do.

 

I miss that feeling of renewal.

 

I love poetry, and have mentioned how cathartic I find it. However, I seldom write it just for me anymore let alone share it. Especially since I get to read wonderful poetry everyday here on WP. But lately, in my self possessed, collected adulthood, my old outlet found me in a time of need.

 

So in honor of candor and stress relief I decided to share.😅😳

 

Cheers, Amy

 

Self portrait in sepia pencils on canvas by me.

Amy on writing

Amy’s Bad Advice #1

On writing…

It’s worth what you paid for it.

Amy’s bad advice for seeing your work with fresh eyes.

Believe it or not, this is not advice from the source, I read it somewhere and gave it a shot…literally…

Then I hand wrote this post in my journal while simultaneously mouse scrolling my manuscript on the computer. (Ambidexterity is a handy skill) I do admit that my Norwegian grandmother would have been ashamed of my penmanship. I too found it questionable. (And hard to transcribe🤫)

So you have edited your book many times, so many that you could easily recite it verbatim like a monologue for the school play. Your betas are exhausted and you’re without a CP. What do you do?

Drink. Drink a bit, not enough to take residence in your toilet bowl, and not so much that you can no longer read. Just a bit. Just enough.

Then….

Bask in the glory of your own work. Or balk at the horror of it. Either way you’ll have the fresh eyes of a new born baby. It seems like a very writerly thing it do right? Glamourous Martini drinking in a dim room with a typewriter? Smoke looming thick in the air from your cigar? Fedora artfully a tilt? I feel dashing just suggesting it.

I suppose an alternate outcome would be sulking in the corner lamenting your vices and cursing this ugly world we live in…. But that sounds pretty writerly too now doesn’t it?

There it is my writers, Amy’s Bad Advice #1. See above quote fot its value.

What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever been given? This? I love our repartee.

Cheers, Amy

Amy on writing, on writing and kids

…Stop, Collaborate and Listen…

Today is a very important day.

In honor of Harry Potter’s birthday, an ode to J.K. Rowling, my hero.

10 things I’d like to thank Jo for:

10- She can drop a troll with a single hilarious tweet.

9- Treacle. Treacle everything.

8- A trio of BFFs is truly the best.

7- I read books I Love twice, I have read every Harry Potter 8 times.

6- “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

5- World building. Period.

4-Her humanitarian work.

3- Treacle…

2- Ravenclaw motto (my house) “Wit beyond measure”..is a Shakespearian dick joke.

1- “Always.” Every human emotion in a single word.

Even if you’re not an HP fan, as a writer I encourage you to look up J.K. Rowling. She is an amazing human being, humanitarian and her success story is so inspirational. Her journey inspires me not to give up, even though it would be so easy to do.

Happy Birthday Harry!

Cheers, Amy

Image-20th anniversary cover art by Scholastic.

Title- radical 1990’s jam lyrics to go with said radical 1997 book release.

Psst…Don’t forget a Happy Anniversary to be 20th anniversary of The Chamber of Secrets

Amy on writing

Amy’s Bad Advice #2

If you’re wondering where Amy’s Bad Advice #1 is, don’t be alarmed. I have to transcribe it from my own handwriting. 🧐 (I’ll explain later)

I’ve been a very busy girl and am sorry for the slackin’

So for this weeks Bad Advice, I advise you that everything you ever needed to know about writing can be found on a coffee cup.

Exhibit A-

I hope everyone has wonderful and productive week, and I hope to join y’all on the regular again real soon.

Write on writers, cheers!

Amy