If writing life is a garden, mine is in winter.
I love this glorious season;
but with twins in kindergarten, a babe in arms
and a toddler in everything else
- including water and bags of pancake mix simultaneously -
available writing hours are slim to none.
Why fight it?
I'm a writer; I don't want to be a frustrated writer,
so I'm turning my daily adventures into word therapy.
It's a lot like writing, only without the pen or computer.
Some might call it "thinking,"
only it's more purposeful than that.
How do you feed your hungry inner writer and artist?
Read to kids, read to your partner, read to yourself. Reading is research.
Compare books, outline favorite plots, take notes on what works and doesn't work.
Play word games.
Play with rhyme, rhythm, pacing, pig latin, word patterns, alliterations, Cockney rhyming slang.
Observe. Question. Listen.
Be Sherlock Holmes, focusing on minute details in speech, expression, landscape, emotion.
Play- at kid level.
Celebrate word and art in the commonplace.
This one is so fun for me that I'll visit it in later posts.
Here's to getting our brain-dirt nice and loamy so that when we plunk down our story seeds, they'll shoot up into brilliant oaks of word!