Birthing books

I just blogged three metaphors to describe the lake I live on. But I liked them, so I cut and copied them to my writing file. I want to save them for my next middle grade novel. Did I say “next novel”? In the midst of writing Silent Glades I was like a woman in labor. The waiting, […]

Untitled-a poem

Untitled My brain is tired; I hold the pen. the paper’s clean–the words within. I screw my face and grunt and squirm. The words won’t come—I draw a worm. They say what matters most—start writing, and so with all my heart I’m fighting. Today what matters most is writing!                                                                                                   copyright 2005 Robin Prince Monroe […]