Friday, December 24, 2010
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
As he defeated – dying –
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear !
Emily Dickinson | Classic Poems
Thursday, December 16, 2010
*Polishing my manuscript. (I have retained an amazing editor so I am on the right path.)
* Finishing two WIP (rough draft)
*Tone my body (long term goal since I was fifteen years old)
*Writing for me and don't think about anything else relating to publishing biz
*decreasing my stress (this is a hard goal cuz I freak out a lot)
*Write for two hours everyday as per my writing calender
That's all I can think of right now it's 10.09 p.m.I tomorrow is my last day and I am off for two weeks the amount of writing I will do is making me so giddy, but I have to balance can't forget about my family/extended family during the holidays. This post will continue it'll be interesting in a few months when I revisit the above goals if I attained any.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Since my title is called writing is like an eclipse, I will refer to that. Writing changes the obvious is rounds and rounds of revisions, which is necessary and important. I enjoy revisions , It enables me to get better because ideas that I never even considered jumps out at me, which makes me so giddy. On the flip side querying is hard, the anticipation of hearing back from an agent, the unexpected things that occur, which could be positive or negative. Sometimes I convince myself I am a glutton for punishment pursuing my dream of getting an agent/published and then I endure my own eclipse just when everything appears dark and I feel I cannot endure another rejection the light shines bright and I know writing is the only thing I want to do.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
I really dont think I would have the determination and tenacity to continue with the daunting task of querying and revisions to make my novel sparkle, without the support of my family being my pesonal cheerleaders.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
****FINISH YOUR MANUSCRIPT*****
* Know your genre everything about it until it becomes like a third arm
*Word count unless you are a well known author stick to the standard word count as per your genre/non fiction you get my drift
* No gimmicks just shoot the straight and narrow in regards to query letter unless you luck out and someone referred you
*Toughen up it's a subjective business if you fall apart now, stop now it'll get worse...especially critique and rejections
Don't think about other authors who have made it, don't judge them they got published for a reason, and to experience the quest of publishing be humble and have faith in your writing, you know it's awesome dont ever forget that
Last this is my best affirmation to my self...I will remain positive and one day hopefully in my case before I am fourty which I am no where near that age.... an agent will say YES !!! and request the whole MS.
Monday, April 12, 2010
The Summer of 2009 I began to write a civil war romance the characters came to me easily as if I have known them all my life I immersed myself in their world--the world of hatred and conflict then I put that story aside and then I got drawn into the world of vampires. I decided to focus my story based on the theme of love and whether it's enough when so many variables get in the way...
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Next post will I may be brave enough to reveal my dreaded faux pas of my query letter blunders....its too soon for me to laugh I am still curled up in a ball crying...*-*
Monday, April 5, 2010
BELOVED SENSATION, RETURN AND TAKE ME--
WHEN THE MEMORY OF THE BODY AWAKENS,
AND AN OLD DESIRE RUNS AGAIN THROUGH THE BLOOD;
WHEN THE LIPS AND THE SKIN REMEMBER,
AND THE HANDS FEEL AS IF THEY TOUCH AGAIN
RETURN OFTEN AND TAKEE ME AT NIGHT,
WHEN THE LIPS AN DTHE SKIN REMEMBER...
CONSTANTINE P. CAVAFY (1912)
Saturday, February 20, 2010
"Grandma I need you please help me I cannot live like this anymore." I collapsed on the damp grass and cried then I felt her warm hands on my shoulder I looked up she softly tells me she’s here now.
Copyright Keisha Martin excerpt from Hours Of Darkness
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Copyright 2010 Keisha Martin Excerpt from Hours Of Darkness
"I am sorry –I know that I have said this time and time again but I can now be honest to you that I have always been scared the moment I looked at you when we were partnered up in High School. Everything that I thought I was sure about made no sense to me all that immersed me was you it has always been you and I used my Grandmother death as a crutch and then when I became a Vampire. Stephen I can't live without you so please tell me that I have the slightest chance to gain back your love—give me the opportunity to make right all the wrong's I have done to you—please just please baby let me pick up the pieces of your broken heart."
Copyright 2010 Keisha Martin