Emergence

The weight of many hearts beats upon my chest.

Do I dare soar?

Do I dare fall?

Drawn to warmth after a long winter’s slumber.

A frozen soul melted by hope.

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One last summer read…

Time to squeeze in one last read before going back to school.  For a limited time, my young adult fantasy novel, The Kingdom of Belamour is available via free download at Smashwords.

The medieval village of Belamour sits upon a precipice. The villagers must defend their way of life against greed and brutality. Their battle intensifies when an elderly wanderer arrivers with the mysterious secret of an ancient civilization. Past and present collide when he reveals the purpose of his visit, and Belamour is betrayed by its troubled king.

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Newport Natives Writers Group

Going home!  Growing up in Newport, NH, the Richards Free Library transformed into a second home where I would dream of magical places and adventures. I often write about inspiration in my posts, and this is where it all began for me!

On May 11th and 12th, the Newport Natives Writers Group returns for a series of workshops, readings, and discussions at the library. I am thrilled to take part in this special event with my fellow Newport writers. To learn more, visit the Richards Free Library at http://newport.lib.nh.us or click the link below.

Newport Natives Writers Group Special Event

Come see us and find your own Inspiration!

Stop along the journey.

Maybe writer’s block is just your internal creator telling you to pitch a tent in the moment? If you cannot move forward, pause to look around. Have you lost sight of your characters and their motivations?

Take time to evaluate how they have grown (or fallen) in the last few chapters. If their movement is static,  re-energize their depth before trying to move past the block. You may find it resolves itself through rediscovery.

Do you trust me?

My heart burns and my soul craves release

I want, I suffer, I long for an existence beyond the stroke of keys

Do you trust me?

I can guide you through the muddy chaos of a first draft

Show you my story as it unfolds-such as is with real life, uncertain and untamed.

Do you trust me?

The journey will be rough and fraught with doubts

You may even wish to give up-to return me to the deepest corners of your mind

Do you trust me?

Allow me to be your guide, and I will fill you with passion

Stimulate the fire that kindles like a smoldering flame lost under fallen debris

But, you will have to let go. Let go of orderly sequence and self-imposed pressure

Turn the stone over to see the veins running deep within

If you promise to trust me, I will become what I am meant to be

If you promise to trust me, the pages will write themselves

By Susan Cunningham 2/16/17

Breathe, Live, Write

Every once in a while, I need a little inspiration of my own. Two years ago, I wrote the below post about how I had set aside my writing for every one of life’s excuses.  Even though I found my way back, I have begun to feel the weight of chaos once again creeping over me.  But, I will persevere, and I will continue writing because to not write is to not live.

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When I try to explain to friends and co-workers why I write, the meaning is lost. Questions such as “Aren’t you too busy?” or “You should be relaxing instead?” are often asked.

The answer to question number one is absolutely. This is my first blog post in almost five months due to an insanely full schedule. I work full-time, attend college (only 5 classes left before I graduate, yeah!), am married with two children, have a three-year old granddaughter, and a brand new granddaughter born almost two months premature, but doing wonderful.

Why do I still write? The answer is simple: I have to. Writing is like breathing. Without the flow of words I choke. So, I find time (or make time), no matter what the distraction.

Today’s distraction is an intensely cute puppy chasing my fingers as they fly over the keyboard. I also have my sweet little granddaughter asleep on my chest, her breath rising and falling in rhythm with my own. But, still I write. Lost in the beauty of both natural creation and artistic bliss. Writing is life; the air I breathe; the food that fulfills my soul.

There is always time to write, and some of the best work is born from our distractions.