Facetiming a very old friend

#RoaringTwenties #Writing

What was it like in the 20s one-hundred years ago?

Was life more simple then

when it was finally acceptable to apply makeup in public,

to strap a flask of moonshine beneath your dress

and take a sip before voting for the first time?

Did you leave your kitchen (and your new electric icebox) behind,

climb into your new Model T

and rumble off to work outside your home for the first time?

Tell me. How was that new-found freedom?

Did it Roar with jazzy attitude

as you shimmied and twirled

and Charleston-ed your feet toward new opportunities?

I hope so.

You paved the way for me.

The Bees knees

Should we to go back a hundred years to the 1920s instead of our current and challenging 2020? If you see more photos posted from that era, you’ll know where my head is. My editor just informed me she will have my manuscript ready next week. So excited, but still a long way to go.

The Writers block

You know how, when you finish that memoir, novel, book of poetry, and all of a sudden, your realize it’s done? Over?

Maybe your writing is in the hands of an editor. Maybe your work is already published (Hooray!). But now?

Perhaps you’re all-too familiar with this phenomenon called writer’s block. Maybe you feel the agony of it now because any new characters at your door aren’t knocking loud enough for you to hear.

You miss forming words into sentences and sentences into paragraphs and paragraphs into a manuscript. You long to taste new words on your tongue and massage them between your fingers. But they are out of reach. I’m included in this category of empty blockheads.

Perhaps, for novel writers, we should start with a real block. Each of the six sides holds the secrets to starting anew.

Side one: Think of a cool protagonist.

Side two: A badass antagonist.

Side three: The inciting incident. Is it dangerous? Emotional?

Side four: The setting. Dark? Beautiful?

Side five: Devise a plot around sides one through four.

Side six: There’s a theme in there somewhere. What is it?

Don’t know about you, but I’ll be tossing my block around for a while until it hits me in the head.

Not Complainin’, just sayin’ (and askin’)

If you find that you are thumbin’

but there’s no place you can go

’cause the trains, they won’t be comin’

and the cars, they’ve all been stowed

Just ponder momentarily

where it is you’d like to be

The perfect place

that you’d embrace

to let your mind roam free.

I’d love to know what image you have of a carefree place to hunker down. Please find a picture and ping me back. Let’s dream together.

Here’s mine:

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