converting caffeine into words
There’s a magnet on my refrigerator that I purchased when I visited the American Writer’s Museum. It says: “write drunk EDIT SOBER.” It’s a poignant message and one that I need to hear on a consistent basis. Like many many many writers, I tend to allow my anxiety to question every step of my writing … Continue reading Overcoming
I am doing it. I am finally doing it. After writing for nearly 20 years or so using Microsoft Word, I’ve finally made the decision to fully abandon it as my primary tool. And although it hasn’t been as long a run, I am dropping my limited use of Google Drive too. Why? Well, Scrivener, … Continue reading Changing Tools
Not writing is a painful endeavor. Although many days might slip by with only the thought of wanting to write going through my hear, not the clicking of fingers depressing keys, nor the stroke of pen against paper, going through these days without actually writing is difficult to deal with. Of course, one might say, … Continue reading Writing Through the Drama
"Rain-blown Streets"a poem by Jeremy C Kester Standing above the rain-blown streets,Dry as a passer-by loses hold.A victim of the horrid wind,An umbrella spun inside out.Another just like hers.Then another cornered on the other side.Another,Another and again.One could laugh at this.One after three.People trying to shield from the rain,To be blasted from their defense.And they … Continue reading Rain-blown Streets
"Chair"a poem by Jeremy C Kester In the cornerspecs of glitteramong the tattersa place meant for comfortthough I would not chooseinstead I gaze at itthreads criss-crossingunused and undesiredleft there if for nothing more Poem written by Jeremy C Kester©2020 Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved
