My Writing is Like

I write like
Stephen King

I Write Like. Analyze your writing!

That is what I got when I plugged in some text from the first page of the mini memoir. It's got bite I will give it that. Macabre ? maybe but in a lighthearted kinda way.

You can check in with more of how the writing or editing is going. I wrote 50K for NaNoWriMo in November only to realize the story probably need to be about 70K to be complete. Irony

The FB page is named after the Blog Midnight Musings

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I (don't) Want Fame

When I tell people I want to be well known and crack through the ceiling of ordinary there are those who shudder and ask "Why?" in horror.

I then remind them that vapid people who I will not name are already there. Some of them have best selling books and probably skipped high school English class.

In this day and age you do not have to have any talent or anything worth while to say or share for cameras to broadcast your messages to the world.

So kind of like Hope, the last little thing left in the box that Pandora was never supposed to open, let me out world.

Because I'm asking

Because I write

Because people need leadership aka us bossy women

Because horrible things are happening

Because others are avoiding their place

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Sacramento Food Film Festival 2014

Sacramento Food Film Festival 2014: The Sacramento Food Film Festival was created in 2012 as a way to showcase food themed documentaries. This year we grow to 10 days worth...

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March 20-30, 2014

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Premier Night!
Thursday, March 20 - 6-9pm

Enjoy appetizers from
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Saturday, March 22 - 4-6pm

Film: Beer Wars

Venue: Tuli Bistro beer tastings and apps

Tuesday, March 25 - 7pm

Film: Bottle Shock

4 course dinner and wine pairings based on film. Lucca

Wednesday, March 26

FREE! Documentary Film: Cafeteria Man: on school meals

Sacramento Natural Foods Co-op

Family spaghetti dinner with Sellands 

Friday, March 28

Film: Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs at Clunie Center at McKinley Park
FREE! Film Saturday, March 29 - 5pm

The Slow Food Story at the Guild Theater
Documentary Sunday, March 30 - 4-6pm

Film: Sweet, Sexy Ocean: on sea urchin harvesting

Sunh Fish-19th & V Streets Sushi and Uni tasting with Bill Ngo from Kru

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Why Do I Write

I write.

I write because writing is powerful and there is almost a static electricity that doing it well produces. It zaps whoever comes in contact with it.

This post has been a long time in coming. 

Jeff Goins' query came through my Twitter feed weeks ago. I went to read his post on Why He Writes.

When he posed the question back to us his readers it hooked me and would not let go. I thought I should have an answer at the ready but I kept coming up with responses that felt half baked.

They question has been, as they say, 'stuck in my craw' ever since.

I started writing because I was a reader. I remember trying to copy down the little kid books I was reading word for word as a child.

That never happened. Maybe I was priming the pump.

Next came the class newspaper that a couple of friends and I put together in the 5^th grade. We were excited about our project although I remember it being more about art than stories.

Not that we did not tell stories, just that the art was well you know, the visual draw to it all.

After that came more reading. From that came the idea of keeping a diary. This too failed, like the book copying, because I had this idea that I had to write down EVERYTHING that transpired each day.

This takes forever when you stay up with it. You can imagine what happens when you get behind.

Finally, along came class assignments that did not completely suck.

These were rare although not nonexistent. Somewhere amidst these projects joy emerged. 

I loved experimenting with the power of the written words in its many forms. 

I wonder why I have never written a full song. 

I have a verse all made up in my head, with music but I have not fleshed out the rest of the tune and tale.

I have shared things that have come of my writing. I thought they were the reason I write. 

Those things have been by products.

The written word has the power to empower and inspire. I have shared on the blog a little of how I began to learn that.

When I started getting involved in online communities connected to things I am passionate about my voice finally fully emerged. It is a powerful voice.

People respond to what I have to say. In my youth I would laugh to myself and think I should be a headline writer or a newspaper reporter. 

I knew even as a young person that my words had the power to at least provoke attention and reaction.

It is only in raising my voice, again towards issues that I am passionate about via the written word that I see the greater potential to not just get people’s attention but move them, through writing. 

I write because I can. If no one ever responded to my writings, if I did not feel the surge of energy that happens when I get my point across, then I might still keep a diary but nothing more.

I don’t write to make myself feel better or clear my head. I don’t write for myself. I write to share because I have things to say and people are nosy. They want to hear, listen, react and respond.

I started writing because I was a reader. I remember trying to copy down the little kid books I was reading word for word as a child.

That never happened. Maybe I was priming the pump.

Next came the class newspaper that a couple of friends and I put together in the 5^th grade. We were excited about our project although I remember it being more about art than stories. Not that we did not tell stories just that the art was well you know the visual draw to it all.

After that came more reading. From that came the idea of keeping a diary. This too failed like the book copying because I had this idea that I had to write down EVERYTHING that had happened. This takes forever when you stay up with it. You can imagine what happens when you get behind?

Finally, along came class assignments that did not completely suck.

Rare although not nonexistent. It was somewhere in these projects a joy and a voice started to emerge. I loved experimenting with the power of the written words in its many forms. I wonder why I never wrote a full song.

I have a lyric in my head with music but I never flushed out the rest of the tune and story.

I have shared things that have come of my writing. I thought that was reason enough. It is not why I wrote. Those things have been by products.

Writing for me is just another outlet for my perspectives and feelings that I want to share with the world. I love to talk but people are not always around.

They may not have the time that it would take for a conversation when I am ready. Instead they can read what I have written at their leisure and respond as they see fit.

The written word has the power to empower and inspire I have learned most recently. I have shared a little of that story here on the blog. When I started getting involved in online communities connected to things I am passionate about my voice finally fully emerged. It is a powerful voice.

People respond to what I have to say. I used to laugh to myself and think I should be a headline writer or a newspaper reporter. I knew even as a young person that my words had the power to at least provoke attention and reaction.

It is only in raising my voice again towards issues that I am passionate about via the written word that I see the greater potential to not just get people’s attention but move them, through writing.

I write because I can. If no one ever responded to my writings, if I did not feel the surge of energy that happens when I get my point across, then I might still keep a diary but nothing more.

I don’t write to make myself feel better or clear my head. I don’t write for myself. I write to share because I have things to say and people are nosy. They want to hear, listen, react and respond.

I write.

I write because it is powerful and electric.

This post has been a long time in coming. Seth Godin’s query came through my Twitter feed weeks ago. I went to read his post on why he writes. When he posed the question back to us his readers it hooked me and would not let go. I thought I should have an answer at the ready but I kept coming up with responses that felt half baked.

I Write because…

Is that a complete sentence?

Some how I feel like it is.

The man who wrote the book You are a Writer has now dared to ask us: Why do we write?

Ugh I read that question and the post he shared to go with it and it has stuck with me now all this time.

I almost can’t answer.