Writing? In all its varied forms…. it’s just what I do!

Good-morning to each and every one of you (my beautiful-souled readers),

I’ve been pondering what to post here for several months… (suffice it to say I’ve had a period of time where life and my writer’s muse took an unexpected ‘hike or hit’ – the article I’d worked so hard on for most of last year was rejected and rejected and YES effing rejected….. so been seriously licking my wounds (we are so sensitive ‘us creatives’) and of course I’d been wondering ‘what the hell next’…. so I went off in ‘other directions’. Lots of mindfulness, meditation, non-fiction reading and learning…..up-skilling (I’m in training to become a Bowen therapist – so loving that too). Feb rolled into March (I started back on the next draft of a fiction book I wrote Nov 2014 for Nanowrimo – which is a world-wide writing challenge and you write the first 50k of new story in one month), April rolled into May, June, July (365 days sober happened in here – what a fantastic feeling and sense of achievement this was for me – taking booze permanently out of my life has been so freeing), August, September and TAA-DAA now it’s frigging October……. but I’m back writing! I’d been working on my fiction book draft randomly too. Seems I may have finally got my shit together? Feels right. Feels good. Actually my life is beyond good……and I’m so very very grateful to be able to say that and write it and know it!

Last Saturday saw me at my first RWNZ – C2C writers group meeting for this year (Romance Writers of NZ and our branch is Central North Island – ‘coast to coast’ or C2C for short – in my mind anyway). I know. I know. WTF? She’s a writer and she hasn’t been to one meeting – until now? No judgement of self any longer. Acceptance. This is the new me.

We had an amazing meeting. No other way to describe it really. 10 writers present. And I’m so pleased I went. It was a 5 hour round trip in the car but so well worth it. And on Saturday it was a gathering at a friend’s home on the edges of the lake at Rotorua. We had a delicious shared lunch first off and chance for general chit-chat. One of our writers is so successful (in the last 12 months really) that her husband has handed in his notice on his day job to take over running their home and care of their 2 year old grandson and he will also be her PR and website manager and general house-husband so she can write full time. http://nettanewbound.com/ Another writer has built her own website and now has 6 books up on there too – both these writers are successfully self-published in their genres.  http://www.jenyatesnz.com/ And both are so encouraging about self-publication as being a viable and real option for us; and supportive to everyone. The meeting began with each of us giving a brief overview of our latest ‘wip’ (work in progress) or other writerly stuff that we may have been doing (SM, website building, promotional stuff… bla bla) and then there is usually a workshop of some sort. Some ‘off the cuff’ writing exercise. This time our hostess led the workshop and introduced us to ‘Pantoums’. Which was new for every one present. But at least a couple of them knew what they were! I didn’t. Had no idea. But we eventually got the idea. I did start off my writing career with poetry in the mid 80’s….. Had some work published in an anthology…. but I digress….. so of course eventually we got to read aloud our efforts…… and for your edification I have included mine – see below. Have an awesome week people! Why not give writing a go? Have you thought about it? Bet you have! Talk to you soon….. love and blessings, Gaylene

(The idea, for those that don’t know – you use a series of repetitive lines to form verses and also add in a new line to each verse as well. There are various forms of the ‘pantoum’ structure – you could Google it for more information if you wanted).

‘A long marriage suffered; sometimes it was heaven, sometimes it was hell’                                        #1

©Gaylene M. Atkins

10 October 2015

After forty years she was still flapping her gums; he still sat, smiling, listening with intent

And ‘yes’ it looked like he was still hearing every word

If he were honest, at times he’d wished her dead and not so politely

How clever would it have been if he’d ever spoken, as if she’d never been heard?

And ‘yes’ it looked like he was still hearing every word

She knew better she always had

How clever would it have been if he’d ever spoken, as if she’d never been heard?

A man who said nothing had to be thinking….

She knew better she always had

Far be it from him to speak a sound

A man who said nothing had to be thinking….

She was ‘his Queen’ she’d told him so often; as well as being his woman – she was profound

Far be it from him to speak a sound

Clearly he found her conversation boring

She was ‘his Queen’ she’d told him so often; as well as being his woman – she was profound

How they’d lived together for this long – now both yawning….

Clearly he found her conversation boring

If he were honest, at times he’d wished her dead and not so politely

A man who said nothing had to be thinking….

After forty years she was still flapping her gums; he still sat, smiling, listening with intent

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