“A Writer Without a Pen.”


While watching the movie The Words I was struck by Jeremy Iron’s character’s comment, “ A writer without a pen.” In this age of instant gratification and tote-able technology writers often use other means to compose their work. In fact, due to a vlog by one of my favorite authors I am considering purchasing a tablet. That author has been vlogging about the two books she was working on at the same time and she did most of the writing on her iPad.

However much I enjoy the benefits of writing on my laptop or work computer I always have a pen (or seven) in my purse, rolling laptop bag, or any bag. I think as a writer, I should always have a pen; never a pencil though. I read Anne Lamott’s “Bird by Bird” in 2011 and she reminded me of the importance if a writer’s tools. So now I carry index cards with me everywhere always ready to capture a moment, a character, or an idea. I love that I am always learning something new from writers. It makes me feel as if I’ve settled into a nice group to be a part of.

The idea of a writer without a pen is a pretty scary one. Almost as scary as finishing a novel in two weeks as Iron’s character did in The Words. This writer however, is never without a pen, thanks to her pen and ink tattoo.
Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!


Like Fire to Everything

He didn’t understand poetry really. He’d never studied it. He believed in it as an act of faith.
– Colin Channer

I want the kind of love he withheld in the beginning
like future promises that could be felt
lingering in the air.

I can envision myself yielding to the madness
and ecstasy that type of fire brings.
Dorothy’s whirlwind couldn’t compare
to the twists, twirls and whirls
of that kind of love.

No modern medicine can cure it.

I want a love that I can peel with my teeth like a mango;
the kind of affection that withstands upheavals and the occasional argument.
I am looking for the ties that bind
that will not wilt under intense heat.

I want the love of love songs and all great romances.
The kind that burns hot but never extinguishes…



Grace: favor or goodwill. Synonyms: kindness, kindliness, love, benignity; condescension.

a manifestation of favor, especially by a superior: It was only through the dean’s grace that I wasn’t expelled from school. Synonyms: forgiveness, charity, mercifulness. Antonyms: animosity, enmity, disfavor.

mercy; clemency; pardon: He was saved by an act of grace from the governor. Synonyms: lenity, leniency, reprieve. Antonyms: harshness.

Grace is so powerful! It is like a cool shower on a hot, sticky day or hot food and warm clothes on a cold one. It is the ability to keep moving when you are so depressed or bogged down by life that you thought it was impossible. Grace is a child’s smile or laugh on an otherwise horrid day. It is a kiss or nudge from your pet. Grace is falling down but getting up again, time and time again.

For me grace was living life after losing my mother. I just didn’t think that I could do it. But here I am.

These days my life is full of reading for classes, writing for classes, tea drinking, allergy attacks, assembling my bed (finally), and a near obsession with The Chronicles of Riddick but this week I am full of gratitude. Full of grace.


The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

I am not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this on the blog before but I am an absolute sports fanatic. I am talking about a lover of the four major sports, college basketball, football and baseball too. I will even watch lacrosse and rugby not soccer though. Up until last year my favorite time of the year was October; it is when all four sports converge into a beautiful sports lover’s dream. Last October, in addition to my own personal troubles and eventual loss there was a lockout in hockey, Jeter got injured in the first game against Detroit, Ray Lewis was injured, and I could not focus on basketball at all.I know it may seem a bit incongruous for a writer to espouse her love of sports but I promise to bring it full circle.

So I decided to really accept my second favorite time of the year. March Madness. College basketball is such a huge part of my life to the point that I wrote a poem about the Georgetown’s twin towers, Alonzo Mourning and Dikembe Mutombo, when I was in the seventh grade. Seriously! I wish that I still had that poem, I’m sure that it was actually pretty decent. That was probably one of the things that made me fall in love with poetry because I found out that I could write about anything, any subject and the poem would still work. In college I used to schedule my classes in the spring around the tournament and I would purposely try not to miss days so that I could afford to miss a Thursday or Friday class when the games first started. I am ready for this year’s tourney; I might even fill out a bracket or participate in some contests.

Are any of you fans of March Madness?


The Benefits of Book Learning


I have always been a reader; it is my absolute favorite pastime. One of my mother’s favorite stories was how she learned that I could read when I was three and a half. Reading relaxes me, educates me, it inspires me. I hope that I will never outgrow it. Even when not reading for pleasure I find that I enjoy it because I normally end up learning something new or thinking about a subject differently. The above books were selected as source material for a research paper. This is not even all of the sources. I also have 10 scholarly articles brimming with information to use. From these articles, I’ve learned so much more about my subject. Although I already knew a lot about Zora Neale Hurston the scholarly articles allow me to view her through the eyes of academics. The books are giving me the background and allowing me to feel immersed in the time and the persona of one of my favorite authors.

Reading is not only fundamental, it’s also fun!Especially if you love to learn.


Never Too Busy

I completely forgot about posting yesterday although I started working on a post on Monday. This has been a very exhausting week; even though it’s technically Spring Break for me I have been hard at work. I am working on a research paper, storyboarding two different ideas, and trying to get this dialogue for one of my stories out of my head and onto paper. So as I’m sure you all understand I have not been able to work on new poetry. We should never be too busy for poetry so I decided to share another of my favorites. I am always inspired by the words of the brilliant Gwendolyn Brooks. “We Real Cool” is my absolute favorite Brooks poem and I am powerless to explain its allure.

I hope everyone enjoys this short poem. Have a great weekend!

We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks

We real cool. We
Left School. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Poem courtesy of Famous Poets and Poems.com





One of the most motivating films for me is Rocky IV. It is the one movie that my friends and family hate when I watch. I used to study for finals with this movie playing because if Rocky could defeat Drago and make the Russians love him then anything is possible, right? At least that seemed like perfect logic to my 20 year old mind. 

Fortunately a couple of Sundays ago, the movie came on just as I was trying to convince myself that I could finish this beast of a paper. That night, after it was all done I realized that if something motivated you in the past that it may still have the power to do so.

As I struggled to finish that paper, I also debated about whether I really want a PhD. This all reminded me exactly how important it is to stay motivated. To always work towards your goals and yes Rocky IV does help!