Writers Block

  • Stolen

    The internet has stolen my words. They were here, tied with a little bow, tagged: ‘Brooke’s heart’; now they’re gone, the internet stole them. Snuffed them out, like a candle, with ease. The internet has been down all day, so… Continue reading

  • Sweet Muse of Mine

    Where do you go, sweet bell? Where do you hide when I long to feel your voice sing through my bones? I only know you; the place I call home. I only know you, dear constant voice of heart, of… Continue reading

  • Imagine

    Sometimes, I wonder if I can still write. Not just write, as in, write any old words. I mean, I sometimes wonder if I can still write fiction that peels my skin from the bone. Words I read back after… Continue reading

  • The Subtle Art of Patience

    It’s odd, the way my novel is writing itself. I write in short bursts, for what reason, I couldn’t tell you. I develop a beautiful flow, find a sweet new piece of the puzzle to slot into place. Then, the… Continue reading

  • The Novel

    Two years ago, before the universe exploded everything around me, I began two very writerly things. One thing was this blog (and what an absolute gift this place has been to me. Writing and a beautiful little band of friends… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Snooze

    I like to pop in every day, if I can. Often there are days that I miss, and today was going to be one of them. I’m just a bit tired, today. The only me I have available to give… Continue reading

  • The Best Thing I’ve Ever Written

    I’ve just deleted it all. On purpose. Five whole paragraphs of the BEST thing I’ve EVER written. We do that sometimes—us writers of words. When ‘the force’ flies through us with alarming ease and grace, and we just know this… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 14. Where Did All The Darling Go?

    Darling day 14. A day to sit in front of the computer and stare. And stare. And stare some more and wonder: is this where it all comes crashing down? Is this the day the tank that once was full… Continue reading