The Thinking Part of Writing

I have been keeping a schedule of the time I’ve spent writing, and I’m disappointed in myself.

However, this morning, as I mentally designed a page/picture for my poetry book that I hope to finally publish this year!, I realized that I spend a lot of time thinking about writing, and not just “I want to be a writer”, but “how can I make this work in the book?”.

I think the thinking part of writing is as important and the act of writing itself.

Often when I sit down to write, I have worked out the words and the flow in my mind before my fingers ever touch the keyboard.

So yes, yesterday was an “off” day for me as far as writing, but while I was “off”, I figured out a couple of ways to illustrate two of my poems and when I sit down today to enter those pictures/drawings, I will know exactly what to do.

I’ve heard of writer’s block where folks sit and stare at the blank page (screen?). I’ve never had it because my mind sorts things out before I ever sit down and start writing.

Also, all these many, many years, as I’ve had writing ideas, I’ve jotted them down, or started this or that project and I know where each one is headed. All I need to do is get to that file/project and continue.

I’ve felt like I’ve wasted so many years not being published, but perhaps they were not as wasted as I think?


Writers Market Versus Web Search

I’ve always been a big fan of the Writers Market. I have sat down and read it page by page in an effort to educate myself in the best way to use it. It has symbols and tips and then the listings themselves. . .

Recently, when I had an article (two, so far) ready to market, I got my Writers Market out and looked for a place to submit. I found little or no markets using my scan of categories of magazines that publish what I have to sell. This is strange. I’ve always used the Writers Market to find publishers.

I came to this computer after that disappointment and googled the title of what I am trying to sell and added “magazines” to the end of those words and pressed enter. My most recent search (about my raised plant bed article) has yielded 19 possibilities. I’ll do them like I did the other article and check Writers Market for their listing and also go to the magazine’s online website to see if they will be a good candidate for my article. I am very selective to whom I submit manuscripts because there’s no need to waste their time or mine submitting to places that don’t publish the kinds of things I think they do, or who don’t buy from un-agented writers.

Anyway, since this has happened with my last two submissions, I may start going to the internet first and then check the Writers Market.

Everyone else may already do it this way, but I’ve been writing since the 1980’s (for possible publication) plus going through a lot in life and also raising three children while working full time. This is finally my time to pursue a writing career, and I may be behind the times. I am very grateful that most places accept online submissions and I no longer have to use snail mail to reach editors. Perhaps the internet is an easier way to find publishers? It’s proven to be quicker so far.


Who was the Blindman?

I have been looking at all my entries for my blindman book. I’m still trying to print out the pages, but the ones I check have already been printed out. I change the font to red after I print them so I can tell at a glance if they’ve been printed.

In going through this book, I see I’ve also saved articles on the subject matter and would like to publish a nonfiction book as well .

I had no idea I’d gathered so much nonfiction – true accounts about the subject – that I have. Do I have enough for a book yet? Not sure.

I’m hoping when this book is published that it will generate an interest in the topic like never before. I hope it will open eyes that either don’t look or haven’t seen.  The second (nonfiction) book I hope will strengthen interest in the blindman one.

I’m going to give the chapters one more go through . . . the ones saved for my book . . . to be sure I’ve printed the whole thing out. Then I’ll read it through like a book and see how it reads. I’m sure there are transitions and other editing to do, but I believe it’s completely written now.

I will probably post a scene or chapter from it on my blog to try to tweak interest. I’ll need to find a chapter that can stand alone.

I also looked for a magazine market today for a raised plant bed article because the one I designed is doing so well. I haven’t found one yet, but that just means I have to look harder. I wondered if a short story can be published on Amazon, can a how-to article be published as well? I’ll have to check into it.



I want a website where I can show all my writing publications, where to purchase or read them.

I looked at the website builder for WordPress and am trying to make one using that.

I had planned to hire a professional, but I might as well try to do it myself first. I know exactly what I want. I just want to pull all the things I do together in one place.

I wonder how many others on WordPress have designed a website here?

I recently asked someone who had written about publishing a short story for sale on Amazon how he did it. I got no reply. If anyone else knows, would you please leave that info for me and others in the reply section?

Remember that old country song, “Is There Life Out There?” I’m feeling like singing it. Let me see if they still have it on youtube.




Getting Serious About This Stuff

Two of my sons have convinced me I should switch from teaching full time to writing full time. I could return to a classroom this fall, but am going to take a leap of faith and write instead.

I’ve started a running record of what I do each day. I find the amount increases daily.

The first day I wrote 276 words.

The second day I wrote for 60 minutes. I see I made the comment, “felt like ten minutes” . . . well, good, maybe I’ll keep it up.

Third day . . . today, I wrote 1019 words in 42 minutes. These were words on four short books (may be short stories, not sure yet) that I am writing. There’s that grasshopper mind jumping from project to project . . . Then I spent twelve minutes finding a possible publisher for my bird poem.

A lot of what I do, I do during “down times”.  I will think about and mentally write stuff while doing dishes or some other mundane household chore. Sometimes I get inspiration while I’m outside. (If I had my “rathers”, I’d live in a tent. I love being outside.) I also will pick up the Writers Market or look through folders of things I’ve written and not count that time.

But for now, I am trying to document what I’m doing and when and probably half way doing it, because I can’t stop and jot down every five or ten minutes I spend.

I did not notice the time when I started this blog. I guess I won’t count it. No big deal.

Just trying to justify my new career. My goal was 4 hours a day, but it looks like maybe I’d be better off counting words?

I don’t think I can write for four hours a day. I heard somwhere that Hemingway (and I know I’m NOT Hemingway), but I heard he wrote 250 words daily and would stop when he reached that number of words.

I’m going to do it the way I’m doing it . . . do what I find interesting that day and write down what I did. I’ve been intending to submit that poem since the 1980’s when I wrote it. I guess that’s progress, whether they buy it or not, it’s been submitted finally.

I wonder how other writers account for their time and writing? Do they count the time or the words?


Memorizing Poems

When I was in school, teachers required us to memorize poems.

In current times, the memorization of poems is not as popular. Some schools don’t even want children to memorize math facts. Memorization doesn’t hold the appeal to modern day teaching methods.

I am forever grateful for the poems I was made to memorize (as well as the math facts – we now have high school students still counting on their fingers, which was a serious no-no for us) . . . but back to the poems that I’m grateful for being made to memorize, because now in times of stress one of the poems, or a line, a verse from it, will pop into my head and comfort me.

Sometimes it causes me to search for the poem I am remembering, but can’t remember all of.

This morning I have hope. My youngest son, Anthony, helped me find it yesterday. And I remembered “Hope is like a bird” . . . something like that . . . it was a favorite poem, I remember. So I typed “Poem with hope as a bird” into google, and I found it. One of my favorite poets, and possibly my very favorite poet, Emily Dickinson wrote it.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers – Poem by Emily Dickinson

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Stories Written By A Public School Teacher

I have taught in this state’s public schools for 18 years. I’ve seen and heard so many things. Often I was at Title I schools, which have the neediest students.

The students I worked with trusted me and confided in me. I probably knew more about them than many of the other teachers. I’ve found as I worked with children, even my own, that if you just sit and listen when they talk, you learn a great deal about them.

Much of the time I’ve spent listening to children, because I was a Reading Specialist part of those years, I was listening to how they constructed sentences . . . if they stayed on topic . . . there’s a lot you can learn just from listening to children talk. I always wanted my class to talk. I was criticized at times for having a noisy classroom, but having complete silence and not letting children interact during the day hampers their education in my opinion. There are times when silence is needed, or whispering . . . quiet times to think . . . in a classroom, but there is also time  needed for talking. I’ve heard teachers say things, like, “He doesn’t express himself very well.”  Well, did you give him a chance to practice?

Anyway, during my time teaching, some things that happened . . . many things that happened . . . have stuck in my mind. Some, I think, would make interesting stories, as long as I don’t reveal names or places. I’ve taught in several different counties in the state and hope I can camouflage the students so that no one recognizes anyone in my stories. Some of them are more about me than about the students. I don’t think any of them would embarrass anyone.

I went into that folder tonight and it looks like I have twenty chapters written already.

What am I waiting for?

I just edited two of the chapters. It is not the final edit, but it did fix some problems in the wording and explanations.

I have so many projects that I forget I even have some of them. I guess that’s a good problem to have.

I hope I can get these stories told accurately and anonymously.

I hope I can get these stories told.


The Words Finally Came To Me

I am writing two books. One I call my Blindman book for secret reasons that will be revealed once it’s published. The other I call my Horse book, which also has a private reason for calling it that, but it also will be revealed when it’s published.

I think I have finished or almost finished my Blindman book. I am still in the process of printing out all the pages and putting them in order. I tend to write like a grasshopper hops. I’ll get a scene in my head and quickly type the words. So my books are written out of  chronological order, but with passion and hopefully so that the reader feels as if they’re “there”. The task of printing out the Blindman book and organizing it is taking longer than anticipated. I do also have the other (Horse) book to finish.

This morning the beginning, or maybe it will be the back of the book blurb, or both? for the Horse book came to me. I’ve struggled for years to figure out how to begin this book. I wasn’t sure where the beginning truly was. I found it this morning.

I just typed those words, and using the wordcount tool online, I found it was 348 words/ 9th-10th grade reading level. That surprised me. For some reason, my writing usually ends up 7th to 8th grade reading level, and I wondered why this morning’s level was higher? But I digress. I do that when thoughts are too emotional, or when the passion is too high. It may be part of my “grasshopper writer syndrome” and I just coined that phrase, as far as I know . . . but it suits me.

I guess while I’m printing and organizing the Blindman book, I will start writing more on the Horse book. That makes sense.

I also have a poem I showed a friend, and she loved it! She usually politely says my work is “good”, but after hearing how much she loved the bird poem, I think I need to seek a publisher very soon. I’ve sold poems in the past. They don’t pay much, but they do pay something, at least the places I submit. My poems are written when I’m inspired. I don’t just sit down and think, “I’m going to write a poem about birds”. I spend time with birds and at some point, it may be days later, even weeks later, a poem will begin shaping itself in my head from that experience, and I’ll sit down and type or write up the words. Someone once told me I had a muse. There’s something that starts the poem for me and helps me through it . . . that’s for sure. Whatever it is, I’m grateful.

This morning’s writing was very rewarding. I’ve tried for years, strained for years, to find a beginning to my story. I found it this morning.

True Calling

I was reading an article yesterday about rich people who own their own airplanes and looking at pictures of the interiors of the planes. I wondered why I didn’t own an airplane. It looked like a wonderful idea! Then I remembered I didn’t have enough money to buy one.

How did those people get the money to buy their airplanes? Some did inherit money, but others used their special talents to become rich and famous.

I heard someone say that most people never reach their true potential because they’re too busy trying to make money to survive. They went on to say that if we each focused on what we truly did the best . . . where our talent was . . . we’d have plenty of money to survive.

Some people think we were each put here for a reason. We were given a talent to use and if we didn’t use it, we didn’t complete our reason for being here.

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I’ve always written, although I haven’t sold many things (yet) that I’ve worked on over the years. Was that my true talent?

I enjoyed teaching children and I was very good at teaching Reading. I don’t think that was my true talent. Or maybe I had two? Teaching and Writing?

I believe my teaching days are mostly behind me, but I have a slew of things I’ve written over the years that I need to market.

I wonder what your true talent is? Have you developed it? Have you worked on it? Do you view it as a hobby?

I’ve taken all the writing courses I intend to take in this lifetime. I’ve learned so much over the years. I took a Creative Writing Class at NCSU. It was during that class that my first poem was published (sold). I’d had a poem published in my school magazine, but wasn’t paid for it. I took a Correspondence Course through the Children’s Literature Institute. I took a Memoir and Truth Telling Writing Course at UNCW when I was a graduate student there. I took James Patterson’s online writing course. Perhaps there have been more? I know I studied the craft a lot.

My youngest son has tried, since he was a boy, to get me to market all the things I’ve written. I did submit and sell some things. Some I gave away for free. I was a columnist for my sons’ elementary school. I sent Dennis Rogers, who was a columnist for the News and Observer in Raleigh, anecdotes I’d written, and he’d use them in his Letters and Left-overs Friday columns. I was a guest columnist for the Durham Herald Sun one May (2005) when I was quitting Durham Public Schools.

So there must be some talent there. I just let life catch me up in surviving and making sure my sons survived, instead of pursuing a writing career.



There is a Chinese curse which says “May he live in interesting times.” I believe someone uttered those words when I was born. My life has been “interesting”, but often not in a good way.

This morning I awoke with words heavy on my heart and I sat down to write them before breakfast. This seems to be my most creative time of day, and I often awake with words already swirling around in my head.

I thought the words belonged in a blog, but for some reason they ended up in a wordpad document. I’ve already checked the count. There were 259 of them. They contained my usual readability level of 7th to 8th grade. I don’t know if this comes from working so long with young children, or if there’s another reason I write at that grade level.

How easy it is for me to digress!

But after the words were written, I realized I was beginning at the beginning of my “interesting life” where I had first memories. I don’t know if anyone will ever want to read my autobiography, but it appears that I am writing one.

I made a new folder on my desktop and labeled it “Autobiography”. If words continue to arrive, I will add to it.

Some days I never know what I am going to write. Well, I should correct that to say, when I go to bed at night, I know I will write the next day, but frequently the “what I will write” is decided as I sleep.