This is a writersliftwednesday blog, sharing the works of fellow writers, poets and persons random. All re-blogs will be linked appropriately to their authors.
Writing is no easy calling and nothing easy was ever worth doing.
(1) The 50 Year Old Poet, we must perform for ourselves. If we don’t like what we do, no one else will.
(2) Mrs. Wolfie…nice.
(3) This will be limiting in appeal. I choose to promote local businesses when I get the chance of it. I am posting BookPeople’s most current reading list via their blog of the same name. If your own bookstores are still closed, BookPeople’s online store is open. They carry everything from the current to the obscure. Personally, I’m going to check out that Mike Birbiglia pick. BookPeople, I’ve been haunting your shelves since the 90s. I miss you as much as I miss my gym, a lot.
Support each other. Share and reshare.
Christina Schmidt, MA
Sometimes when I am on my own
I like to read my poetry out loud,
it is something I could never
see me doing in front of a crowd.
For I am too self-conscious
and would fear I might stumble
so then my words would come out
in an incoherent jumble.
read the full poem here
2. “Married To Master: Chapter One-Choosing Submission” by Mrs. Wolfie via Big, Bold & Bright
When I was young, about fourteen years old or so, I began to notice the young boys in the school years above me. It started off innocently enough, but then a chance encounter with one lovely young man ruined me completely.
“I’ll work with you”, Daniel said. I was sat alone on a chair at an after-school drama class. I was there because I’d been made to be there by my parents as a way to get me socialising and because my brother was there, but I had absolutely no desire to be there of my own accord. None. Nada.
When I looked up, Daniel was the Adonis man of my dreams. He had a slight, muscular build, a slight tan, deep brown eyes and short, mousey brown hair. He had a cheeky grin that lit up the room and he wore a white half-buttoned shirt with black trousers. He even smelled clean and of aftershave; a good, clean, nice, decent aftershave. Damn him.
read the full piece here
Before we get into books, we want to thank you for your overwhelming support the last couple of weeks—our internet orders queue is full of orders and we’re doing our best to process all existing orders. We’ll be back to normal on Wednesday, but for now we invite you to shop all of our new releases on Bookshop till then.
This week we’ve got the new Max Brooks novel, a pair of scintillating debuts, a bundle of laughs from Mike Birbiglia, and an inside look into a presidential impeachment.
read the full piece here