Category: Writing

We’ve seen do and don’t lists on Facebook and other social media for writers. You’ve probably seen the huge debate on writing every single day and I want to share my opinion on the topic.

This past January, I was writing my draft and wrote every day since I had a deadline. A few days I could barely reach the 500 word count. By the end of January, my mind refused to write. I couldn’t believe it. I chatted with my writer’s friend, explained my predicament, and the advice I received was to just relax. I did. That week I finished my goal by completing my rough draft.

I learned the human mind can endure a heavy workload. The mind requires relaxation to replenish the creative juices after a writing session.

The human mind is like the body for it needs to rest from writing and developing a story. Writing…

2017 has officially arrived! The year is fresh with new beginnings and promises waiting to be seize. Perhaps, one of your goals is to write that novel or continue on a on-going novel. The realization sets in with the massive undertaking of writing a novel creeps into your thoughts and creating a wave of doubts to flutter around in your mind.

Now, the task seems more daunting and an overwhelming to finish the first draft of your manuscript. 

Those are normal emotions to have from my experience. When I start a new project: a short story, a blog post, or the first chapter of my novel, I find myself in a brawl with the Mind Battles arena. 

It’s the realization of the task of writing. In my mind I see what needs to be written. It can be a overwhelming emotion to deal with. At times, I wondered if I…

I am writing on a subject I deal with every single day of my life, and there is no escaping from it. JRA is better known as Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, and since May is Arthritis Awareness Month, I thought I would write about it.

When I was seven years old, in the mornings I would feel stiff and achy like my joints were frozen in time. My mother dropped me off at school, she noticed I was limping in the mornings and after school I was fine. She questioned me if I hurt my leg, and I said no. Then my mother took me to our family doctor, and the tests revealed the diagnosis of JRA had already begun attacking my knees and ankles. Since this was the early 80’s there wasn’t much information, support, and hope for me and my family.

After my diagnosis, it seemed that society had…