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Summer Heat…

I’ve been thinking on a plethora of thoughts lately. The heat, however, has weighed me down and I’m not quite interested in following any of them down the road they are leading me. I’ve been reading Madeleine L’Engle slowly this summer, as if every paragraph is a conversation we’re having over coffee.

In the early morning hours, I’ve been writing. While the earth is cooled a bit and the air outside doesn’t threaten to choke me with its intensity. I wake with the early dawn and write outside as long as I can. I have three stories I’m writing right now, my morning mood dictates where I’ll spend my words.

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Out in Front

20160420_202047Here’s a glimpse into how I find stories.  Sometimes.

When I was in college, on Thursday nights I would end up sometimes at a bar. I can’t remember thename of the bar as there have been several years placed between me and the times I used to go there and they have changed their name.

So, Thursday nights was ladies night at said bar I can’t remember. Ladies got in free and recieved a free drink as long as you bought one more. So for the price of one beer we could get in and have a decent night. For a starving artist hiding in college this was a great way to spend a Thursday night.

Every thursday the band The Rebecca Scott Decision would play. Headed by, well, you guessed it, Rebecca Scott. She wears a smirk when she plays, short black hair, tall talent. I loved her. There was something about her music when she played live. Kicked my imagination in the very guts. I would fill napkins with imagery from those nights.

(Yes, I was a writer who went to a bar to hang out and ended up in a dark corner scribbling on napkins to make sure I didn’t miss anything.)

The group that gathered were so strange and writeable. There was  always the same strange guy who danced awkwardly, never to the beat of the muisc, but his favorite dance move was to slowly punch the air. The table of dolled up girls who had found the bar for the first time and just loved how cute and cozy it was. There were the guys who trolled the bar, predators looking for a lone girl who had separated from the pack. The one girl who came just for the bartender who politely refilled her drinks but didn’t really see her. I loved everything about it, all set to the soundtrack of Rebecca Scott and her music.  Continue reading

Mornings…

20160506_070233-1I talk about the early morning hours a lot. It’s because I love them so much. I’ve finished with the planting of flowers and setting up my porch so I can move in for the coming summer season. I find myself awake two hours before I really HAVE to be awake so I don’t miss the sunrise.

I haven’t always been a morning person. I do tend to get so excited and enthralled by the smallest things that I’ve often just forgone sleep so I can be a part of life. I reveled in the night as much as I do the days. In my youth, when it was just me and my gypsy spirit, I toted the wonders of the late nights with the same gusto. I was a night owl then, but as life happens and I have the kid now, I’ve had to adapt and change a bit and now find myself a creature of the morning.

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The Road

20131206_142723I’ve been thinking about the open road. You see, it’s spring in my little corner of the world. The snow is melting and in another life I would be getting ready to take off. Trying to figure out how to mooch a ride off a friend, or where the cheapest plane ticket could get me, or what sofa of what friend would welcome me for a time before I outstayed my welcome.

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Ticklish

I’ve said it before, and it’s been said my many others in some very wonderful ways, but writing is a lonely pursuit. It isn’t often writers open their doors to others and invite them in to look at a project until it’s been through 3, 4, or 54  revisions.

But sometimes, I have these moments where I tickle myself with a phrase, a page or a simple paragraph.

Thought I would share todays ticklish moment with you.

The gist of the scene is this. Our heroine has just landed in Milan and needs to get to a swanky villa in Lake Como  and she decided to take a taxi because it’s the fastest route possible.

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of a song…

Woman writing at a table by Thomas AnshutzI listen to a lot of music while I’m writing. I have mixes I’ve come up with over the years, they range in variety and texture. I’ve named my mixes, because it’s what my sister and I always used to do. Make each other these mixed tapes, cd’s and call them wonderfully ridiculous things. For example: Mountain songs, Songs to Sing, For the Road, Hippie on a Bike with a cockatoo #3. Today, I put on an old cd I haven’t listened to in a long while, something I had hastily, lamely named For the Rain.

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Quick plug…

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I’ve got a new writing gig.

I was hired by Trip101, a travel blog written by travel writers. (As well as the occasional fiction writer.)

If you get a chance, stop by for a gander. I’m trying to write at least 3-4 articles a month, so check back often.

Trip101

Saturday in the life…

IMG_20160110_152625It’s 7:30, I can’t sleep in any longer. It’s been raining for a few hours. My love for the rain calls me to wake up and be a part of it. The gray clouds bring a comfort. How many worlds have looked up at the clouds sailing around the globe and whispered their secrets, their heartaches, their angers to them? How many rain drops have felt like a baptism, a new start, hope?

The rain shows her softer side this morning, no angry torrents, no spiteful floods.

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Flash Fiction Challenge

Chuck Wendig over at terribleminds does a flash fiction challenge for every friday. I’ve attempted several, have finished few.

For those who are interested, here’s the deal this week. In 1000 words we were to pick a title (from a list of randomly generated titles) and write a story. Here’s the title I chose and where my writing took me.

The Apocalypse Ticket

by Nicole Sharp

 

I’ve got this. I’m going to win. I’m going to win.

The thought sing songs through my mind and I try to hold back the smile. But my insides expand and I’m pretty sure everyone who is standing near me can see it. They all make room for my expanded certainty. I don’t really care because I’m going to win.

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Simple Story…

Where'd You Go, BernadetteI just finished Maria Semple’s book Where’d you go, Bernadette: A Novel. I loved it, because it was funny, quick, and because Maria Semple was a writer on Mad About You and Arrested Development, two of my all-time favorite TV shows, one that had me dreaming of moving to New York and the other that was so smart and funny I laughed during the whole damn show and was one among thousands that binge watched the series when Netflix released the whole season at once. So, needless to say, I had high hopes for this book and it delivered.

This is not a book review, I just wanted to get to this part. At the end of the book is this little added bonus story/quip/bit and after reading it I was agog with feelings of I WISH I HAD WRITTEN THAT. I wish I had read it when it came out four years ago. I am so completely inspired.

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