As mentioned in previous posts, I am in the planning stage of a (my very first!) romance-suspense novel, Storms of the Heart. Using Canva, I created a book cover. What do you think?
Here’s a draft of the story’s synopsis:
Kathleen Burman moved to the small town of Walden, nestled in the prairie valley near the Rockies, in search of a new life. There she meets the locals each with their own troubled past as herself.
Joe Tucker is one of the locals who deliberately keeps busy to keep his painful past at bay. Along comes Kat who reawakens something within he thought he’d never feel again. Dr. Weaver Teems, a city dweller who temporarily moved to Walden to help out a colleague, deliberately steps in between Kat and Joe, to convince her there’s a better life outside Walden.
Soon the past and present collide as storms of the heart erupt. Who will survive?
I’ve met countless writers and creatives from various artistic backgrounds who hailed how one’s imagination and dreams have enabled them to heal from painful and traumatic experiences.
Can a mind be that powerful?
Personally, my answer to this is Yes!
With the number of violent incidents increasing in our nation, I believe that having art of all kinds (music, drama, writing, etc.) included in all schools and colleges. To go one step further, we should also have Art Therapy in schools.
With everything being so structured these day (structured play-if any, structured classes, structured lunchtimes, video games are also structured, and on and on), for a kid to utilize his own imagination to create play, a new game, an imaginary place or person, is becoming a lost and untapped ability. An ability that will become crucial at various events of one’s life. The ability to transfer oneself out of a stressful circumstance and into a place of magic, safety and love. Even if only for the briefest of moment this will allow one to reset the mind (and emotions) and be better equipped to deal with the current situation.
Meditation. Strumming on a guitar. Singing. Journaling. Doodling or sketching.
Children and adults who’ve been abused, or had a traumatic experience tend to heal better through Art Therapy. There’s also Poetry Therapy. Music Therapy. Journal Therapy. The list could go on. These types of therapy enable one to express the pain and abuse in other ways where words may have failed.
For me, journaling and writing poetry have been cathartic and healing as I worked through the various losses I’ve experienced. Without them, I don’t think I’d feel as emotionally and mentally whole as I do today.
What about you? Have any of these above helped you through a challenging time?
For this, I used the image they included in the Challenge’s post for inspiration:
in the simple act of living
breathing is torture
until you can’t
I’ve compiled many of my poetry that I’ve written over the years (several have been published) in one small book called Life: Just Tears In the Rain. It’s on Wattpad currently; but in time, I hope to format it as an ebook and perhaps even print.
Here’s the Preface:
I didn’t start writing poetry until 2008. At thirty-seven years old, I felt like I lived separate lives and at this time, I didn’t recognized myself in the mirror.
Who was I? Really, who was that woman staring back at me?
I’d experienced so many different kinds of losses. Some in rapid, short successions.
A cousin, and best friend, died due to complications of Muscular Dystrophy. We weren’t fourteen yet.
The Retinitis Pigmentosa diagnosis at age 21.
The loss of my first husband in a car accident four years later.
In one year (2003), nearly lost my second husband to Pericarditis, had complications during the delivery of our son, and was laid off from work all within a five-month period. A short time later diagnosed with Post-Partum Depression.
A miscarriage in 2008 sent me spiraling downward to a very dark place.
Both the anxiety and depression came in to my life; plus I had a husband who suffered from PTSD due to traumatic military experiences.
I was on emotional overload. Something had to give but with trying to be there, emotionally, for my husband while taking care of our young son, I began to write haiku; and discovered a way to voice my pain and fears I hadn’t been able to do before.
Through writing poetry, healing slowly filled my life with light and joy I hadn’t experienced, not truly, until now.
“Medicines and surgery may cure, but only reading and writing poetry can heal.” – J. Arroyo, author
To read the rest just click on the image above.
You may have noticed a few subtle changes on this blog. One’s the color. The other is the name.
Since 2007, I’ve been blogging and (seriously) writing, and have used “a writer and her adolescent muse” as a title because I was still exploring genres and forms to see which were the best fit for me.
It’s now 2018 and I believe I’m close to the answers I’ve been seeking.
I enjoy writing horror and dark stories and dark poetry. And I plan to continue. As for writing books, I will be focusing on inspirational romance-suspense. Hence, the name change of this blog to A writer and her sentimental muse to reflect this shift.
I also have a memoir in me that wants to be written. This will be titled, The Whispering Shadows. I already have a blog by that name, and will be revamping it in the near future to start the memoir. I will share more on this in the future.
Yesterday was Valentine Day.
Hubby gave me not one beautiful necklace, but four! My teen-age son was in on it as well. It pays to be the only girl in the household 😉
Then, I heard about the shooting in Florida.
A Valentine Day massacre.
So this morning, I took an extra few moments with my son to let him know how much I loved him. As I watched him go out the door to meet the bus, I couldn’t help but to feel anxious for this day to be over with already so I’d have him back home.
I’m sure this was the case with parents all across the country.
I know we’re not promised tomorrow, but gosh darn, these were children.
In a school.
Once again, the words “mental illness” are being tossed around all across the news and social media. And “gun control.” In my mind, there is no ONE culprit behind these mass shootings. In my mind, there are too much hate and violence all across this country. And throwing around “mental illness” will only hurt more people (innocent ones) rather than help them.
I suffer from anxiety and depression. My husband, brother-in-law, and mother, PTSD. My sister, Bipolar. We’re all law-abiding citizens who may or may not have guns. We’re shouldn’t be penalized or punished from not being able to own a gun just because we suffer from a mental illness.
That leaves “gun control.”
Owning a gun should remain a subjective decision, and a protected right for all citizens.
Banning guns altogether, in my mind, won’t stop certain people bent on committing mass murders. They will find other ways. Look at China for an example. There have been instances where ax-wielding individuals have entered schools and killed. With an ax.
Others used bombs made from ordinary house hold items.
There are no easy answers.
Which means as parents, this makes it all the more difficult to try and understand these sordid acts as we worry and pray for our children’s safety in a world that seemingly have gone mad.
Thus ends my rambling for today.
Have an input or thought on the matter? Do so with kindness please. 🙂
I believe that every writer has a secret or not-so-secret creative endeavor they work on when not writing. Mine is taking pictures of trees.
I have this fetish for trees. Trees in all settings and life cycles; but especially when they’re in dormant or are dying. There’s something sad about a tree who has lived its life-span, or has been ravaged by a violent storm.
I also enjoy taking pictures about my natural surroundings.
These all have taken by my tablet, and then edited on a photo software on my computer. For being legally blind, these pictures have turned out okay. I’m thinking about buying an actual digital camera. Not an expensive one; but something I can play with to my heart’s content.
What about you? Do you have any creative things you like to partake in when not writing?