My mission for this blog is quite simple: I want to create the blog that I would delight to discover if I was surfing the net looking for "writerly" things.
Encouraging Words for Writers actually began as a weekly email that I sent to a handful of writers in 2007. Those writers shared it with other writers who shared it with other writers and the subscription list steadily grew. As the weekly email entered its third year of publication I was looking for a way to archive past emails and provide even more encouragement to a wider audience. Thus, this blog was born. I'm so excited because I get to write about my passion- writing!
Who am I? The most important thing you need to know is that I bleed ink. Writing is my passion, the fire in my bones, the thing I could do every day for the rest of my life and be perfectly content. If you want to know more check here and here.
Pull up a comfy chair and a hot cup of tea (or brew) and drink in nourishment for your writer's soul.
5 comments:
I'm so excited. This is exactly the kind of place I hope to find every time I search the net "looking for "writerly" things."
Thank you so much for starting this blog. I am a new blogger and often struggle to balance the writing part with the technical/update part as I blog about my husband's chemotherapy for testicular cancer. I'm really looking forward learning from your insights!
Thank you for this website. I have been writing all my life in journals put away in safe places. Just recently I quit a full time job and began to ask the Lord, what do I do now? He said,very gently... I want your story.
So every day I write in my blog and I try to write what is meaningful and thought provoking. I didn't want to just chat. I wanted the reader to think as they read my blog.
I will look forward to more of your website. Oh I also have an editor, my calico cat named Smudge. Your picture reminded me of her friendly nudges to my arm as I type. May God richly bless you and keep you busy writing and encouraging others.
I liked what you said...I bleed ink. I guess mine bleeds font...computer ink. Thank you for your sweet heart and desire to help writers like me. Who is your kitty in the picture? Thanks!
I began reading your blog finding much interest - being in the past year I find myself, somewhat like what you mentioned,"bleeding ink." One day alone, quietly sitting on the porch after my second divorce, waiting for my daughter to come by, it was Thanksgiving, my first one ever to spend alone - was rather nice to be honest and all, the daughter coming by was just enough, talking over a bottle of wine with some cheese and crackers sounded swell, after 30+ years of two marriages and Holidays I just soon forget. Also, it was still as an early morning sunrise at the beach, could hear all the neighbors arguing and laughing as well....brought back memories of Holiday meals with relatives you would never give the time of day to, if it wasn’t for the holiday of the day. Holidays never excited me, except before maybe 10 years, when your too ignorant to understand what the rest of the room are all about, alone was a nice place to be on this first Thanksgiving all to myself.
Well, I asked the Lord why I get bored so easily, yet always require a goal and task to feel alive. As simple and easy as if I was sitting there with him,he said "Son, I made you an artist, that is why, not a business man”. With that, he got up and left, he never is one to waste extra words as I. For 10 years I tried to understand what he meant, and what I should do. Three years ago now, he said sell 100% of everything, check back when your through. Last year all was gone, no news as to what I was to do. That silence he is a master at, kept my attention – but no news. I thought, well, don't need a lot now for sure, a small income is all I need to start a new adventure for sure-so what ever would he have me to do?
As for art, well I was a high end cabinetmaker/designer and interior designer all my life, that's over, what's next. I enjoy photography a great deal, love to cook. And then their is writing, hated school, hated writing, hated reading until I was 30 years old, then at 30 I woke up and fell in Love meeting mentors through their books. I had 3 to 5000 book libraries in my homes ever since, could not learn enough it would seem. Only non-fiction reading for me, consider it work, watch a movie to be entertained. But the writing, the writing I kept speaking to myself. On and off during my life, during the few times I could allow my spirit to rest, mostly from reading and studying my Bible as I have 40+ years now, I would find the urge to write my thoughts. If I would not think, they would come out lickety split. Writing as if I was talking made it all come out easy as my breathing without thought. Writing made me feel like I just had myself a good, you know what, no illustration needed I believe. I felt relieved should be enough.
Now a year later, this character of sorts popped up out of no where "The Dribbler" ~ a mere provoker of thoughts ~ being I am now 61, just what will I do when I grow up? So, here I sit with no place to go, writing as if - if I don't - I will simply explode. I write about everything it seems, the news stimulates me, a thought here and there, life itself. Yes, I’m writing up a storm with no place to go. I have been searching for something like what I found here with you, encouragement to do what? Where to go? Now that, I don't know, silly I know. Can’t seem to find a direction for now. After much prayer, the only thing I was told was “Write the Dribbler’s autobiography” and silent again he did go. So, I started the autobiography one day, have the introduction and either 2 or 3 chapters so far.
Don't know just how to end this dribble of mine, nor how it got started, and what is between the two? Well, I'm sure others will decider.With warm thoughts and good day greeting, I'll leave you with your own thoughts - over and out! The Dribbler..a mere provoker of thoughts....
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