Lol, fifty-three minutes? Huh… It generally takes me fifty-three hours, lol. But, this is still a comforting post. I can relate to all of that, to some extent or another.

You know, the best advice is always the the best, and Victoria implies it here: sit butt in chair, keep writing.

Now, if only I can learn that…

Creative Writing with the Crimson League

Screen Shot 2013-08-11 at 8.24.50 AMThe life of a blogger is never done! Blogging is a unique and rewarding hobby (or career for some), and I definitely enjoy it as a hobby.Mostly I enjoy it when reflecting upon posts that I’ve already written, because actually writing a good blog post can be pretty tough.

I’ve noticed that writing a blog post follows–more or less–a rather interesting pattern. I’m sure some of my fellow bloggers can relate! 🙂

  1. THE DETERMINATION PHASE. Thirty minutes, let’s do this thing! I am on fire today and have lots of other stuff to do. I can knock this post out in half an hour or less….
  2. THE SLOW START. I can definitely write this in half an hour. I just need something to write about. So, what’s on my mind? Grief, dang it. I’m still not over how David Tennant’s Doctor left Doctor Who. I watched that, what, two weeks…

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I think there is your voice as a writer, that is your soul, but, like colors, there are different shades and hues. And your voice, Dyane, is definitely all you. And you are developing nicely your different shades and hues.

I don’t think you have to worry about not being a fantasy writer, because I have seen you nail that, and because there is a lot of continuity between genres of speculative fiction. Sure, there are some differences, but not like it used to be, especially with fantasy. And, I feel like, as a reader, your voice has worked, in its own way, for everything you’ve written.

And, I completely get that your mood affects your writing, including style and voice. And, for me, I think a good solution to that is just focusing on the story or scene that would best “channel” that mood. If you’re angry, then write the scene where a character is angry, even if for different reasons. But, the best way this works, is (like you said), is when yeah feel strongly about something, like say injustice. That’s when it really helps to write those scenes that you can relate most to, in your mood (state of mind).

Lol, another way is harder, but can be more fun. Do like an actor and get yourself into that mood, or thinking about that subject for that scenes (say reading about injustice in the news), or like pick the kind of music that fits that mood.

Lol, I wrote this, not just for you Dyane, but other writers struggling with the same thing 😉

Focus Writing Services

Have you ever stopped to think about why you write what you do? Why you are drawn to certain genres or styles and not to others? Ever think about why your Voice might be more potent or clear in some works than others?

These are questions I have been pondering for a long time, ever since a writer friend, after reading one of my stories, mentioned how my Voice always came through loud and clear. At the time, I had thought this was great. Like, finally, my writer’s fingerprint was showing through in my work. I also took this as a great compliment, especially after I had been told a while ago that I didn’t have a Voice. But then I started to think: did this mean that all my stories sounded the same? Would readers become bored when they picked up a new story because my work had become…

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A compelling interview with a very real and unique writer. This was inspiring to me in many ways.

Great interview with the beautiful Adrianna Joleigh 😀

Ah, here shadows you really should fear. Nadia does, for she knows what we cannot see, and fears it.

Adrianna Joleigh brings beauty to the dark and fear.



Although, Nadia hadn’t heard the phantom speak for hours, and no longer sensed a threat present, she felt defenseless in her new environment. She walked around the room searching for anything of hers she recognized. No bags or trinkets, nor pictures nearby. Except for the blood spatter, the cement walls were bare. A white radiator sat beneath the window, cold to the touch. The small bed contained only a flat pillow, and a white thin fitted sheet with blue stripes and a wool blanket, with the initials embroidered on them.

 A.A.? Who is A.A.?

She walked around the room covering every square foot, and noticed a small cabinet adjacent to the steel door. Once opening the cabinet, she thumbed through the folded linens and empty hangers. A small stuffed bear sat on the top shelf. One eye was missing, and its fur matted. She picked it up…

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