Seize the Day!

Over the course of ten full years, I have researched, and read, and filtered, scanning websites for content on how to be a great full time writer - from home, freelance style. I have practiced. I have read some more! This day hath arrived. Its like meeting Mr. Right - over and over again until you realize the real Mr. Right was staring at you the entire time. Do not be mistaken, becoming a freelance writer is no easy feat. Sure, it sounds so glorious and carefree - all the articles say how nice it must be to work from home in your pajamas. The truth of the matter, however really goes more so something along the lines of overeating in the afternoon and forgetting where the last day ended, and when this new day will ever begin. Not only did it take years to educate myself enough to understand the filters, first of all, secondly, how to use them, it has taken these several months of sitting down to my desk to type each and every single day to actually accomplish this dream. What the other writers don’t tell you - or otherwise they do and you just don’t pay attention to that part, for the glory! --- The pajamas start smelling bad after a few days of no showers. The coffee never tastes as good heated up in the middle of the night (or the next morning) - otherwise dubbed as ‘yester-coffee’. The dog wants to go out to play, but you’re so wrapped up in your latest project, and after all it’s cold outside - Yes this is what we call procrastination. The writer’s worst enemy. What the other writers don’t tell you is how scary becoming a freelance writer is. Rejection lurking at every turn - going stircrazy at your desk trying to quit day dreaming about the word you just accidentally created and how it can make you famous. Passion must flow from your fingertips regarding every topic you touch. If there is no passion, there is no love, where there is not love, there is no connection. To the reader, you must be an astonishing and accomplished individual … Right?! What about writers block - this shit is real people! For example. I have been trying to write this very piece to make a minimum of eight hundred words for over a week, while earlier today I wrote on another topic and made out a cool 1500 words throughout the day. And because this document did not reach the desired length... Now, I write -

Short Story(s)

John Muir said “The Power of Imagination Makes Us Infinite”.

If that should be so then I just may live forever.  

Please take note:  If you do not know who John Muir is, it would be suggested that you do some research.

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I have been working on a short story for this month’s update but instead this [aforementioned] quote came to mind, and everything else seemed so trivial.  So, the story was erased, and now I have begun again here.

In putting together ideas for a short story, I realized some things.  I could write about whatever I want.  

I could write about a meek girl that writes with a purple pen that is not good for cursive.  Yet she loves to write in cursive script.  

Or, I could write about that - script vs. print and the beautiful art of writing itself.

I might decide to write about what it feels like to break up with a boy and furthermore, from a writer’s perspective, including deep emotion and visualizations.

I could use big words.  Big words that people don’t usually use.

Damn.  I realized, it feels good to be a writer.  

The really great thing about being a writer is writing about writing, and other writers.

So many before us, and currently, had/have so much to say that deserves accolades in the purest fashion...  The truly rewarding stories to tell are the relative tales of stories already told.  

The truly awesome part about being a writer is writing like Mark Twain or April Deakle.  

You get the point here, right?  Writing is about writing like other authors, no matter their surnames.  There is reading involved - fiction and non fiction, poetry, reading and writing, research and studies.  Writing is all about these things and most importantly it is about writing... and writing, and writing, and writing.  In other words, lots of practice, no matter the plot or outline.

Henceforth, this story need be nothing more than a tale about a goldfish named Harold that moved from one pond to another and was forced to make new friends.  We could go on to discuss the future of the goldfish based upon his parents’ decision to up-root him in the middle of his most crucial schooling years.  The really fun part about this story is metaphorically speaking about school.  

This goldfish, Harold, never made friends easily and now he is forced to switch SCHOOLS.  Get it?  - - - Fish swim in SCHOOLS… but this is a story about a goldfish switching schools.  Haha.  That would be a lame story though.

Instead we could go more along the route of the original tale I had set to tell about a meek writer that loved chocolate.  She loved chocolate so much that she had no self control and every time she completed an accomplished piece of work she would eat chocolate.  She became so successful that she grew obese and henceforth, depressed.  Her stories became dreary and sad and nobody loved her books anymore.  

Her chocolate cravings eventually ceased as her accomplishments grew less and she lost all the weight she had gained and became the most beautiful princess in all the land.  

Wasn’t that a fun story?  Way better than a goldfish named Harold - sorry to all of you that were looking forward to the ending on that one.  We could say (again, metaphorically) that Harold fell in with a bad crowd and ended up too close to a fisherman’s net.  He was caught and flayed up for dinner at the King’s table.   The point is, the practice is done.  It is written.  And that is good.

See also, this other great voyage into storytelling.  Notice how I have incorporated the King and the Princess from two separate stories?  Furtheremore, If you read Charlottezweblog.blogspot.com, you will learn more about the Queen (Charlotte the Turtle).  There you may learn more about the rest of the ‘court’ as well… including the King (Trapper the Dog), and the two cats, the jester and the prince.  Obviously, the fish tale is over and done… but there are plenty more tales to tell.  This princess has yet to finish this quest.

 

As always,

Stay Tuned!

P.S.  

… Is it obvious that I’ve been reading children’s literature lately?

Response!

Empire Music Co. responded!

Unfortunately, I am a day late (as the saying goes).  Mr. Stone - the kind gentleman that provided me his contact information years ago - has recently retired and therefore closed the doors on this one query.

Usually, no news is good news.  In this case, well so it goes that I did receive bad news upon the news that I did receive.  Although, I tend to watch over these type of circumstances to be just another tangle in the web before the final release.... Success!

Business is Moving

And...drum roll please! Query letter just sent off to Empire Music Co. in New York. Working on a deadline, October 20. Chicken Soup for the Soul Series. 'Thanks to my Mom'. Only 101 stories are accepted out of thousands queried. Other deadlines will soon follow. If you're looking for services - you know where to find me. If you don't - click here:  www.scarletnathaniel.com

Something to Think About.

www.telegraph.co.uk/science/science-news

Sarcasm

Music is not

A chirping bird.

Nor a barking dog.

The sound of an airplane flying fast overhead,

Or the whiz of a humming bird

Whizzing past my head.

Music is not

A singer singing my favorite song.

A harmony so intensely sweet

That drives me crazy.

Makes me weep.

Music is not

A four-time tempo rhythm that keeps my heart beating.

‘I live like I was dyin’

‘On the livin’ part of life’

‘Far away from the neon sky’

Music is not

A note that reminds me of my own existence.

Each moment is a new harmony

With each word I begin to see

My life has its own melody

Music is not

Life.

Stay Tuned

Pay attention for weekly updates.

Also, coming soon:  Check out www.charlottezweblog.blogspot.com for audio recorded storytelling hour, updates each Friday night.

Charlotte has a lot to say.  I am here simply, writing her words.  And soon, reading them too!

He is Looking for My Pages

He is looking for my pages

Housed within these walls.

He tiptoes softly, ignoring the whispering voices

Of those that have searched before him.

A cold chill vibrates through his skin.

He is close now.

His eyes are blank.

He stares, gazing upon the printed words

As if he were observing an obscured reflection

Of himself.

His face intense on me.

He is searching delicately

Slowly turning my old, fragile pages.

Releasing a tear

He sighs.

He has found out

All the secrets I ever knew.

Now he knows the truth.

He is looking through my pages.

He has been searching for so long.

April 2009

Inspiration

The silver butterfly hanging on her chain

Brought not a thought to your mind

You were waiting, and nervous, and wondering.

The inspiration in your imagination kept

Spinning as the words circled round to you

You thought you had lost your muse but,

Finally, and elegantly, your fingers wrote,

Your senses stirred.

And the silver butterfly flew away.

June 2009

Almost Forgot

While working toward a query letter and defining the perfect locale for the work which will indeed be worthy of submittal, I came across some things.  Some words.  Significant words that have not been previously published, though permissions have been granted.  

These are my words.  I share these with you as edited this day (August 15th 2014) in order to clear your mind of reserve whereupon my aptitude may be questioned.  My college professor was impressed with this essay and furthermore with several pieces of poetry I have composed, some of which will be represented here.  

This [essay], and most of the poetry was written during a very trying time in my life at the loss of a dear friend.  Somehow these things (death, other great life circumstances) intrigue my creativity - and some of my best work came from very dark places.  There is no truer attribute to fine poetry.  

I share this with you now as an inspiration or motivation or even just another story you’ve read lately, for now.  Someday, perhaps you’ll remember this brief glimpse into the soul of a young aspiring writer that was afraid and thought to be mis-understood before she blossomed and shared her words.  Someday when you publish your first words, maybe you’ll remember the hope instilled here.

Enjoy.

Poetry and Me

Growing up I always had a passion for poetry.  My mother was a semi-professional organist and she often practiced at home on her Hammond organ.  Sometimes only instrumentally. Sometimes though she would sing along to some of the seventies’ most adorned lyrics and famed artists that she would learn to play in her spare time.  The distinctive hum and familiar lines of song reverberated throughout the halls of our home and more significantly, my soul.  Music is often accompanied with poetry and the clairvoyance of youth gave me immediate recognition of the connectivity for the purpose of depth.

Before I could write, my mother would place me on the organ bench and let me ‘play’.  Mostly, I just wanted to sing whatever came to mind.  I never came close to picking up on my mother’s talent, but I could make up a story (or song) while hammering out some random melody without reservation.  

These may have been some of the defining moments of my being.  As my mother realized I could tell ‘stories’, she became weary of my capability to ‘make stuff up’.  It would be the demise of our relationship for years to come, but also the foundation for my intense dedication to writing.  When my mother would accuse me of lying, I wrote about it.  Sometimes I just wrote, mostly though, I composed short poems.  Sometimes I would write poems for my mom, in hopes they would preserve my innocence.  Usually I wrote short, rhyming poetry that I never thought was good enough, and neither did anybody else.  There was a deep lack of respect for good poetry throughout my entire household.  Eventually, I gave up on poetry and just stuck to my journal.

There came a period in late 2008 when I realized this was something missing in my life.  Take note that I have one true obsession.  It is to do exactly what people tell me I cannot do.  With that in mind, I signed up for this [poetry] class in hopes of becoming a better, more experienced poet and writer.  After ten enlightening weeks, I felt rejuvenated, and for the first time in a long time, enthusiastic about writing poetry again.

While I had always ‘dabbled’ in writing poetry, I never fully grasped the concept beyond rhyming, as in lyrical composure.  My love for music may have interrupted this process.  Nevertheless, I hated prose and avoided reading (and writing) poetry that did not rhyme, at all costs.

In one of our first class meetings, the spontaneous efforts of the group immediately gave me a new perspective in writing poetry altogether.  Inspiration is a profound practice.  In writing my own poetry, I am always searching for the ‘right’ words, and always, always trying to make it rhyme.  For the first assignment, I was thrown for hours in trying to find my way into someone else’s inspiration.  “Inspiration” is the title and product of this piece.  I must say, it is truly one of my favorite pieces of my own work, without end rhyme.  Interacting with others in this group gave me a sense of perception that I had not before been accustomed to, and surely offered supportive insight.

While inspiration is the key to any writer’s work, I had never been forced to get inspired by something.  One is inspired, or one is not.

The second assignment for the quarter put me in that position for the first time.   Immediately upon sitting down to complete this poem, I was immersed in the idea of writing it from the point of view of a book, or a journal, rather.  I am confident that the end product of this poem depicts exactly what I wanted it to, even while I did not know what that was in the beginning.

That quarter proved to be an extremely turbulent and frenzied period in my life.  In reflection of the affairs of my life during those weeks in the classroom, I realized how important it was for me to live, literally, with a potentially obvious optimistic outlook on this world, the universe, and whatever else is out there.  Without this class, I may have drifted away from that realm of thinking, which would have been detrimental to my writing.  I understood now, the importance of clarity, reality, and the hazards of abstraction.

In hindsight, the supplemental intellect of the poets from the Anthology used for this curriculum undoubtedly healed wounds from my childhood.  I can appreciate that poetry is an unparalleled art.  

Visionaries are sometimes regarded as extreme, fanatical, boring even.  For this reason, I never quite understood the poetry of Emily Dickinson even during and after studying her work in high school.  I found it to be dull and characterless.  The problem was I never fully understood how to read poetry, at all.  If ‘Roses are Red, and Violets are Blue,’ then what the hell was Emily Dickinson getting at anyway?  It should be so simple as to get into the heart and soul of an individual and really try to interpret what they were feeling and thinking at the time they wrote something.  The truth is Dickinson turned me off to reading poetry until this class.  The likes of Robert Frost were more down my alley.  Metaphor, I think, is the most beautiful form of poetry.  “The Need of Being Versed In Country Things” is my favorite Frost poem, but I find an impulse in all of his poetry to become a better poet.

Poetry has been an intermittent hobby for me since before I could write.  Sharing my work with that class was surprisingly comfortable for me as I had never publicized my secret pastime.  It turned out that the group was extremely accepting and seemingly impressed with my poem “Smoldering Memory”.  I wrote this poem just over a year BEFORE I took this class and the final product is definitely one of my best, maybe my best.  I did not make many changes to the draft the class had discussed because I felt strongly about the way I had it arranged at that point, simply improving its depth (from my standpoint as the poet).

The City Poem was assigned, ironically, just before I left town for a short weekend getaway.  I did not grow up in Nashville; in fact it was the first time I had been there.  Immediately upon arriving in the city, I knew I would write my assignment in conjunction with my trip.  The towers of the AT&T building situated downtown gave me the design of the poem, and it’s title.  “Gotham City” is another of my best works, if only for the simple fact that all I had was the title until two hours before the assignment was due.  I’m proud of myself for writing about something that I felt so passionate about and creating a context that defines itself.

When I began writing this reflection in 2009, I was concerned that maybe I had not learned anything because I was out of class so often, but I know I learned this, at least:  ‘So what if I don’t do it like everybody else does.’ (A lyric from Gary Allan’s, “Like It’s a Bad Thing”).  I know there is a certain order to how one writes and interprets poetry, but it is also an art that can only be truly appreciated by those that want to understand what the poet is stating.  Those that crawl into the emotions of a poem and search for the deepest depths of it’s meaning will inevitably come out of the experience with a position on the topic.

April Renee

June 2009

Edited for 1st publication August 2014

Query Time

Just working on my first official query letter today. Any advice is welcome. Should you have an article you may like to submit but never found the time for a query letter? The research is done and words are my game. Bring 'em on. Let's write together. I will look forward to sharing my success rates as they accumulate, thus offering you something all in the same. Happy Weekend Times to You and Yours.

Something to Show You.

PROFESSIONAL EXPERIENCE Oct. 2013 - March 2014 - Barnes and Noble Booksellers:  Destin, FL -Bookseller - Customer Service, Merchandising Oct. 2011 - Aug. 2012 - Bookit.com-Market Coordinator (New Orleans):  Panama City Beach, FL -Assistant to Market Manager  - Hotel inventories and website maintenance, collaborations with SEM staff for promotional event schedules Feb. 2010 - Sep. 2011 - Restaurant Hospitality: Panama City Beach, FL -Promotional events, catering and merchandise/food and beverage sales and public relations Jan 2009 - December 2013 Student/Entrepreneur (United States - Florida, USA) -Entrepreneur - Freelancer -Interactive, detailed research and development of personalized business solutions for startup businesses. -Establishing a career in freelance work including website design(s), web content, personal and web marketing and promotions.   -Written business plans, budgets, grant research. Nov. 2007 - Present - Student/Writer/Entrepreneur - -Accounting, Business Proposals, Website Management, Brochures, Social Media, Determination! March 2006 - Oct. 2007 - American Metals, A Division of Reliance Steel, Inc. Credit Manager/Commercial Sales:  Sacramento/Fresno, CA -Maintained over $3 Million in commercial credit accounts working with clients and sales force in collaboration for credit/debt management and collections efforts. -Inventory maintenance July 2001 - March 2006 - American Standard Mortgage:  Blue Ash, OH -Office Manager/Executive Assistant - -Front desk reception, inventory supply and maintenance, social and public relations -Accounts Payable/Receivable,  -Payroll and Human Resource Management for all branch locations consisting of over 350 employees -Quality Control over 100 loans per month per branch -Consumer credit assessments and loan processing -Executive Assistant to Owners, CEO/CFO and other Business Partners regarding travel arrangements, financial confidentiality, business planning/structure, writing/editing business plans, handbooks and other relative material. RETAIL EXPERIENCE

Kay Jewelers - Nov 2004 - March 2006 and Seasonal 2010/2011:  Sales, Customer Service, Returns, Promotional Events, Inventory Management, Merchandise Orders and Repairs

Home Depot - March 2000 - July 2001:  Customer Service/Special Orders, Sales, Cashier

EDUCATION

Sophomore - Northwest Florida State College; Niceville, FL - Present

UC Cincinnati @ Raymond Walters; Cincinnati, OH  - Winter, Spring, Summer, 2009

Lincoln High School; Lincoln, CA - Graduation 1998

ACCOMPLISHMENTS

Employee of the Month - May 2012: Bookit.com, Market Operations

Deans List - 2009: University of Cincinnati
Certified - Interior Decor - 2001

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