NaNoWriMo Update #2 – Stream of Consciousness

On Friday, I broke the 40,000 word threshold…Badge and pat on the back from the NaNoWriMo folks…I’m essentially in the final stretch…But after yesterday’s Hawaiian Dance ho’ike, I’m flat…Or I’m catching a cold…Or feeling a quite jealous, since Hubby is officially off of work for the week until next Sunday, and currently napping on the Read More …

NaNoWriMo Update

Today I hit an all-time daily record of 4,085 words (new fiction) – that’s the equivalent of a short story. And total word count for the month = 22,183. Since November 1st I have finished 3 short stories, formerly stuck for years in “where am I going with this?” mode. Today started a brand spanking Read More …

November Sprints

National Novel Writing Month It’s that time of year again, when all over the world writers commit to the challenge of writing 50,000 words of fiction within thirty days.  I used to participate in the now defunct sister event Script Frenzy (100 pages of screenplay in one month), and really had no intention of joining Read More …

Birthday Cake Epiphany – Part 1

Tomorrow, we celebrate my friend’s 50th birthday.  So, what’s in order for the occasion?  My favorite word: C-A-K-E. Maybe it’s because I’m recovering my energy back enough to be creative again.  Maybe it’s because I like people to “ooh and aah” over something I have done.  Actually, I find that pretty embarrassing, especially when accompanied Read More …

Like Chocolate

She sat down and wrote as fast as she could, And all the words came out in Italian. Except she didn’t speak Italian. But the words looked beautiful and felt like velvet chocolate in her brain, So she went with it and wrote them anyway.   Copyright © 2017, Ilana Hulsey Rea. All rights reserved.

Deconstruction

Deconstruction It is the vibration that wakes us.  A shudder that jostles the bed just enough to register in our synapses that something is unusual. We exchange a look, our eyes crusted with sleep and too much binge TV. “Probably a tremor,” you mutter and roll away from me. “Yeah,” I mumble.  However, I’m not Read More …

Playing God Means Showing Up No Matter What

There’s a thin white line that I must cross every morning in order to write.  It’s like treading over inches of freshly fallen snow –  that coming out of sleep process – a hush that heightens story-telling because characters speak and scenes unfold on their own.  I don’t have to work hard to get things rolling. Except Read More …

New Dictation Toy

So let me just say that today is a new dawn for me, technology-wise. I’m finally getting to use the Dragon voice recognition software that I bought a year ago to make my life easier, given that I’m not the fastest typist in the world.  In some cases – poetry, some fiction first drafts – I Read More …

In The Company of Plants

Can a plant be company, I ask?  During 5am wake up calls, writing in near darkness any living being is company.  Em calls these new plants “girls”.  They tickled her face in the cart at Home Depot.  She wanted them to sit beside her on the way home.  And she even held one of their Read More …

The Tree House (the Shed formerly known as “She”)

There once was a boy who loved a girl.  One day he gave her a book filled with many home projects, both large and small, that could make her life beautiful. “Whichever project you chose, I will build for you,” he said. The girl looked through the book.  But her heart, blinded by the expectation of bath Read More …