Here’s to 2013 a Thank You from me to you

This year was filled with so many kind people, I know I could not have made it through without you!

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Most of the year I was here

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Toothaches, kidneys and near death oh my!

From the local elementary school I caught a cold I thought was the flu

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Until the flu invaded and taught me the error of my assumption.

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You were always there for me though.

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Through the silence of my madness you were the perma-lift supporting my recovery!

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I felt the beauty of your support and thank you all!

The highs and lows of my writing were celebrated and sympathized by all, I thank you for showing me

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There were letters ending in Thank you, Best of luck, Best regards and my favorite Warm regards (not being sarcastic). I completely felt warmly regarded

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and sallied forth with my writing career, eventually pulling a rabbit out of my hat.

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I was ecstatic to add playwright to my resume

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Okay, it wasn’t quite Shakespeare but I felt the love nonetheless!

Thank you DYSPLA,

DYSPLA Festival

Decoding Dyslexia and many others

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for ending the year with a bang!

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There were parties I went to and new people I met.

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There were great e-mails and new friendships made

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You will find us on life’s pier saluting the naysayers Braveheart style

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With the year at an end, I have plenty to look forward to.

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There are several projects on my table, some may cost me my life

Others may only leave me hungry.

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All in all, I am looking forward to 2014 and all mayhem these projects will bring.

Hope to see you there,

 

DyslexicWhisper

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Maverick, Mother or Monster

Far away in a coffee shop rather close by, sat a young woman deciding her fate. Crouched in the shadows with a devilish look, his eye on her progress, existed the processing crook.

The young woman sat at her table sipping cappuccino and cursing the crook for the riot his presence unleashes.

There is a past to digest and a future to plan but the present is always in danger. Every moment slowly chips away until the crook holds all necessary fragments of her broken now.

Finding herself at the bottom of her class and the top of her misery she looks out the window connecting the shadows of the world, noting the unchecked space of the processing crooks realm.

His hand is in everything. My life is not worth the trouble of his unknown, she moans deep inside. I am not maverick, mother or monster. A more bitter taste there never was.

I am nothing, forgotten. A shell of a me that never will be. Her wordless thoughts coil then wrap around the shallow judgment of her depths.

“It’s time to play chess hisses the crook. We have a dance to continue. He reaches out quick as lightening, grabbing a bit of her mind. “This piece is for me,” he laughs. “Now what can you make with the rest?”

“I can jump to the left and come back with a right but you have taken my center and I am loosing this fight.”

Every patron looks on as she mumbles her words. The nonsense escapes, her efforts absurd. She thinks and she thinks unable to stop. Continually turning the problem of her.

With one last effort she thinks and she tries, coming up with a notion and finally sighs. “I’ll marry you crook, if you can loosen your grasp. I’ll be bound for eternity with no questions asked.”

“You’ll marry me?” His eyes widen with greed. “I will no longer steel if you will give to me free. We’ll have a big party and make all the vows. We’ll announce to the public and then make our bows.”

So she marries the crook and they live openly somehow. He becomes her sweet side kick showing her all the wonders he holds and often times how.

She cleans his house and launders his clothes. Often stopping to observe her fragments he keeps on his shelf.

They shimmer and gleam with worries gone by. The pieces all there with nothing to hide. Stacked in an order that still doesn’t make sense she looks and she looks but forbidden to touch.

The crook turns away one sunny bright day, finding few shadows but determined to play. The worlds finally changing, a true beginning – a new day. He looks back at her once and then at his shelf, then smiles through to his eyes that reflect the world all around.

“If you promise to wait I will show you my method of making sense of your thoughts that I keep on my shelf.”

Eager and curious the woman agrees looking out at the shadows cast from all me’s. No longer so young with the years that went by, finally content without asking why.

“They’re no use to me now. What need do I have? These things you have stacked are neither good or bad. I want you to know I’m carrying your child. I have found happiness with that and it is enough. You have taken from me what will never return, but I’ll wait as you say ready to learn.”

His smile gets wider as he thinks of her days roaming free from her worries, judgments and old ways. He walks back inside knowing she is ready to discover, all the wonders of her that were passed from her grandmother.

“You’re ready at last, your life will begin. Just watch what will happen when released from world’s sin.”

The crook reaches the shelf, the fragments all there. A lifetime of learning but very little wear. He sweeps them with one great swipe of his hands, they fall to the ground shattering to sand. Their flicker goes out their existence no more.

“Now look at your world don’t notice the floor. See if you notice the spark deep inside calling into existence that which the world wanted to hide. They knew not what to do with your creative soul so they taught you their methods and created that hole. The center that lives in you is there even now. You hid it away because they didn’t know how to teach and push you to your very best. But now you can achieve, like all the rest.”

The woman looks on with awe in her mind. The crook that she loathed was really quite kind. If she focused on her strengths and forgot all the rest, her focus would explode, she is really quite blessed.

“They told me to stay when I should have walked by. They told me my failures till I wanted to cry. The world did not know our ways and our methods. The fragments were theirs this whole time. You stole the bits that would never make sense then reconstructed the pieces of my past tense. You have shown me how to look at the problems in sight without all the nonsense, I will turn out all right.”

The crook now looked at her with a boyish type grin. “I have shown you the answers and have treated you right. You needed only to give up the meaningless fight. It wasn’t my doing that made your life that way. The others were responsible for the way things lay.

They pushed and they hollered and presented all wrong the keys to your life, but look at you now, you’re stronger by far. With your mind as intended creative and sure.

I was born with great influence from the very start. There are more of us out there waiting to be part. Their tune is truly brilliant if given a chance. We’ll set out and find them and make this alright, until the world see’s our purpose and it can take flight.”

The woman held tight to the thought of her infant’s coming years. “I can learn all I need you’ve shown me how, thank you for blessings that I can see now. I will pass it all on to our child so she will have nothing to hide. I will open my potential and be more than just mom. I will march in your army singing our song.”

Kellee Farr

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Maverick, Mother or Monster was rewritten as a play and preformed at the DYSPLA Festival at the  Camden Peoples Theatre  London, England.

Directed by the amazing

Caglar Kimyoncu (Director, Maverick, Mother, or Monster) is a digital and video artist as well as curator and arts consultant. In the past fifteen years, he has collaborated with artists in a variety of media, including film and video production, website design, theatre sceneography, video and photo documentary, and script development. His practice includes collaborating with and mentoring artists, consulting with international arts organisations and film festivals, and curating digital arts.

His continuing interest is in alternative representations of excluded voices, voices perceived as “other”, whether they be from a sexual, gender, disability or ethnic perspective.

Caglar recently completed COnscription, his first solo exhibition in East London, at the Old Truman Brewery, in May 2013. The project was based on factual research and aimed to promote awareness and discussion around the issues faced by people (including LGBTQ people, disabled people and conscientious objectors) in Turkey and, tangentially, in other countries with conscription. As part of the exhibition, he created a four-channel film using my ‘no-script’ approach with the actors, and exploring collaborative improvisational techniques from start to finish with the whole team.

COnscription was funded by Arts Council England and produced by Filmpro, in partnership with War Resisters International.

Caglar is also the Founder and Artistic Director of Filmpro ltd, a disabled-led film and digital art agency. Filmpro’s mission is to extend the ways of making and experiencing film and digital art, and the diversity and openness of the arts sector. Follow @_caglark

The talented Rachel Waring preforming the play version of Maverick, Mother or Monster. Photo courtesy of the DYSPLA Facebook page.

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Rachel Waring (Actress, Monsters, Mavericks, Mothers) is a stage and screen actress who studied at The Royal Central School of Speech and Drama. Early in this year, Rachel played The Artful Dodger in the European tour of Oliver Twist. This summer, she has been playing Anne Page from The Merry Wives of Windsor with The Oxford Shakespeare Company. Additionally, this summer, not only was her short filmLong Walk Home by Sameer Patel included in the official selection at Rain Dance, but also she celebrated her debut in the feature film, 2012 Fright Fest Headliner The Seasoning House by Paul Hyett.

DYSPLA 2013 TEAM

Lennie Varvarides (Founder/Festival Producer) cannot follow rules, she breaks them like cheap plastic cutlery that will not bend. ‘No’ is a word that sits uncomfortably on her tongue and when she gets an idea in her head, it is impossible to slow her down.  She makes things happen fast and often with no resources because she believes that anything is possible. There is fire in her belly and you know what that means–it’s burning! Follow @msft_production

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Kazimir Bielecki (Multimedia Arts Director) is a visual storyteller who enjoys looking at things and replicating dreams. The Creative Director of successful production agency bielecki&bielecka, Kazimir is continuing to explore all aspects visual storymaking. Follow @bielandbiel

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Amy Schulz (Website Guru) is happily married, living in Florida, and pet-mama to four “furkids” named Olive, Cassie, Millie, and Baby. She designs and develops websites for a living, and is also an actress and Master Acting Class Graduate of The Burt Reynolds Institute For Film & Theatre (BRIFT). Check out her websites at amyhoerler.com and amyschulz.com to learn more. Follow @amyhoerler

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Rachel Creeger (Production Manager) is a writer/director from the Orthodox Jewish Community, and to her knowledge, the only writer from her background creating mainstream theatre in London. Her production company Time2Shine helps community groups to devise original work from concept to performance. Personal credits include An Insomniac’s Guide To Ambulances (The Gatehouse), ESTHER! The Musical(Artsdepot), Staffroom and Paying Attention (Tristan Bates Theatre), plus many commissioned plays for children. She regularly directs new writing for MSFT and production manages the DYSPLA Festival. She was also part of the team behind the highly acclaimed Othello at the Bussey Building. She hosts comedy nights and writes for and performs with vocal harmony group Kol Sheva. Rachel is currently on an arts secondment at the LJCC, focusing on projects including the Hampstead & Highgate Literary Festival, Poetry In The Park, and The FUSION Children’s Programme. Follow @Time2Shineprods

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Eleanor Wdowski (Set Designer) is a theatre based set and costume designer. She has delivered designs for past productions including Hansel and Gretel (Clonter Opera, 2012), Story of a Mother (Battersea Arts Centre, 2010) and Cosi Fan Tutte (Clonter Opera, 2010). Set design credits also include A Dream Across The Ocean (Hackney Empire, 2013). For the Galleon Theatre Company at Greenwich Playhouse she has designed costumes for Hamlet (2011), A Woman of No Importance (2011), and The Cherry Orchard (2010). Her design for Hansel and Gretel was nominated for Best Design at Manchester Theatre Awards earlier this year.

Eleanor studied at Wimbledon School of Art where she attained a First Class Degree in Theatre ‘Design for Performance’ along with winning the Vice Chancellors prize 2008. As part of theatre duo ‘Hellcat Productions’ on graduating, she co-devised ‘Guts for Garters’ (The Rest is Noise, 2009), ‘La Prima Donna’ (Latitude Festival, 2009) and ‘Lift and Separate’ (V&A Museum, 2008).

Eleanor is delighted to be a part of the DYSPLA Festival this year.

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Camille Lesaffre (Theatre Tech)

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Alexia Morris (MUA) is a professional makeup artist with a degree in Media Studies at the London College of Fashion and University of Arts.

She specialized in makeup & hair for TV, film, theatre, catwalk, photography and body painting where she loved being able to escape into the world of art and challege her creativity.

When she finished her studies, she joined Rachel’s School of Theatre running make-up workshops for children; where she had volunteered as a drama tutor; inspiring young students on how to apply make up, encourage and incorporate it into theatre. In addition to teaching she worked with make up , costume and hair at the Brixton theatre where she developed. She also made a student film for Cannes Festival working as a make-up assistant and BT Christmas Carol concert at the Royal Albert Hall as a make-up designer. She decided it was time for a change of scenery and moved around the country to work at the BBC in Cardiff (Wales) and the BBC Pebble Mill (Birmingham) as a costume & make-up designer.

Her professional experience includes working as a make up and costume designer and her work is exclusively created for professionals within the beauty and wellness industries. She can be contacted on alexiamorris@icloud.com

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Sam Barclay (Printed DYSPLA Festival Flyer Designer)

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Anna-Maria Georgiades (Office Manager) was born and raised in Australia. At the age of 12, she and her family moved to Cyprus, where she discovered her passion for acting. She studied acting for three years at Vladimiros Kafkarides Drama School. In 2007, she moved to London to pursue further training and work. She attended the Giles Foreman Centre for Acting (formerly Caravanserai) for three years and the PEM (Perdekamp Emotional Method) training workshops. She has appeared on TV and stage in Cyprus, most recently on stage at Theatro Technis in Grey Foam. During the summer, she played three parts in Nuclear Winter, which was part of the Camden Fringe Festival. In December, she will be appearing in Federico Garcia Lorca’s Yerma at The Lord Stanley. Follow @_ahmg_

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Paul Anthony Drury (PR Consultant) Action at the intersection of art and advertising. Paul builds brand love and connects content with audiences by using skills across journalism, PR, social media, marketing and cross-platform production.

Paul trained as a journalist and spent four-years in newspapers in the North of England before moving to London in 2007 to work for arts communications specialists Idea Generation – delivering campaigns for The Royal Shakespeare Company, Channel 4, Stella Artois and working form the Edinburgh Fringe for four consecutive summers.

After leaving Idea Generation, Paul worked on projects for the British Council, spent almost a year at film and entertainment specialists Premier and is now working for intergrated communications agency Unity – on creative projects for clients including Hyundai, Baileys and Lucozade. Follow @thisisjukebox

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Hatty Evans (PR Assistant) works in marketing in the world of advertising. With a profound passion for theatre she participated in plays from the age of 5–18 at the Bristol Old Vic, and then went on to pursue drama at University in London, writing, acting and composing music. After being diagnosed as dyslexic at a young age, she has always had a deep interest in how this affects creative practice and can be used in creative methods. She is very excited to be part of the DYSPLA Festival.

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Amanda Hickey studies Public Relations and Theatre at Marist College in Poughkeepsie, New York. She has been studying abroad in London since August and has recently taken on an internship with MSFT. She really enjoys writing and performing, and is loving her London experience thus far. Follow @manderzz24

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Cameron Tagge is a Film and Theatre University student from Los Angeles. He is currently studying abroad in London and working an internship position with MSFT, DYSPLA, Lennie, and the whole crew until late December. Meeting new friends, future coworkers, and experiencing an entirely different culture has been a golden opportunity too good to be true. It’s truly a home away from home. Follow @CamTagMe

 

DYSPLA HIGHLIGHTS 2013
 

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If you missed Dyspla 2013, have a look at some highlights below…

“…a very intense experience”  –  LondonTheatre1

“Dyspla Arts festival: All the right letters…” – BBCOuch
“DYSPLA has returned with vigor and triumphant to the West End” – femalearts

“an explosion of light, colour and sound…” – views from the gods

“…experience some truly cutting-edge performance.”  Disability Arts Online

An encapsulating reformation of dyslexia with debate and performances by dyslexic artists and educators.
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A stylized two-hander loosely based on the story of Yvonne Ridley who was captured by the Taliban in 2001.
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A maze-like structure in the basement of the Camden Peoples’ Theatre for the audience to explore intimate, immediate, and inspiring dyslexic performers.
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Dyspla changes lives. Whether significantly or subconsciously, it finds its way into audiences’ thoughts and hearts. Dyslexia won’t ever be thought of the same way again.”

Dyspla is the forefront for dyslexic theatre and dyslexic artists, creators, thinkers, and believers. It will continue to shape minds – young and old – and morph the definition of dyslexia from difficulty to specialty.”

Y&P is undoubtedly an unusual theatre experience that pushes the boundaries. It makes you uncomfortable yet makes you think, touches your heart but sends chills down your spine. Theatre is supposed to move you—show you something you’ll never forget. Y&Pdoes just that.”

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Calling All Grammar Nazis and Kind Perfectionists

You, yes, you. The ones that read my work and think, goodness how did she miss that?  Thank you for your kindness! Despite the errors you have followed, commented, liked and support me!

In my experience, people know I am dyslexic and overlook these imperfections. I also know there are those that read my work, and, like an itch that cannot be reached they suffer from the grammatical, punctual and misspelled typos. Bless your hearts for coming back despite the itch.

This is a call to action, a way of letting you know I don’t want you to suffer. Even though you’ve been wonderful thus far.

I am offering you a lifetimes supply of my all-purpose Grammar Cream! So, go on, sooth that itch! It works with any error found throughout my blog. That’s right, every page!!

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If you read my work and find an error, whip out that cream and feel free to leave a comment. I find people that read my work to be very kind. They are wonderful people who have laughed along with my goofy posts and appreciate it unconditionally. That being said, I know there are people out there that see what I cannot. This cream is for you my friend!

I do understand that my writing can be riddled with errors. I’m not suggesting to edit everything. But, if you come across something that gnaws at you by all means put it in the comments. Trust me when I say, I will remember an editor that ‘gets’ me, when my latest manuscript is ready. Or, a friend that needs help promoting their work.  Go ahead and pick as many errors as you must, in order to sooth your itch. Even if you shyly pick the one that irritates you most, I will not only change said error but be grateful as well.

So, dig in and then sit back while I look through the corrections and face palm in multiple aha moments. I love you all for the wonderful support you have showered on my writing. But, I would like to let you know I have incredibly thick skin (that unfortunately never has this itch).

Who am I kidding, you will need enough! Love you all!!

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If you are one of the lucky professionals that work as an editor, feel free to leave your information and links in the comment section.

~Dyslexicwhisper

Passwords, Captchas and the blood of a virgin!

SO, I have scoured the internet and landed on a blog worthy of my time. Worthy of being e-mailed directly to my inbox. Maybe even worthy of  adding to my tool bar! THAT worthy!

I am seconds from unlocking the wisdom of others. Uncovering the truths that elude me.

They assure me, with just a couple of easy clicks, I will be a priority member of this amazing cult blog. The blog police just have to make sure I am human. Insert captcha request.

OUT COMES MY INNER DYSLEXIC NINJA!

I’ve got this!

SCPAIVI    …. No ….

No worries. I come at it full force!

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SCUMMY …. NO!…. Shit! I regroup… and focus…

 ….    

SCRUMDILLIUMPTIOUS …..NO!!……  Now I’m lost!

I start looking for words in the dictionary, thesaurus and Holy Bible.

I question myself… always wondering…if the blog really is ALL that it claims to be?  if so, why must I suffer to obtain this information? Is this an academic club that will forever be out of reach?

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I pull out all the stops and find the unstoppable true ninja within. Giving it one last try.

     

…. SCRAM …..

The world unlocks!

  Everything within reach.

…..AFTER I verify my email! WHAT?!?! Really!

Easy enough. I go to my email account. Clever dyslexic that I am, I bypass the “sign in” page because I store the ID and password on my computer that  my horrific memory cannot. Only to be denied once again.

Not me! Dyslexic Ninja to the rescue!

My ID comes easy enough. I start to type and the computer remembers the rest.

The password is a different story.

I search my memory for what was going on in my life around the time of the last password change. I try: CHOColate …. An error message comes up saying this is not my password.

I think and revise to: CHOColateNOW! Nothing…

I try: FoCusGrAsShOpPeR

… Not a chance!   The computer helpfully reminds me I changed my password 36 days ago.

I give the computer a mental B***H SLAP! And press the “Forgot your password” option.

The computer gives me the choice of answering three of my six secret questions. SCORE! I got this, right?!?! I mean these questions were chosen by me and they are about me. How can anything go wrong?

The first choice: What is your favorite color.

Lock. Load. Fire! Green, baby! My favorite color is green! Two to go.

I scroll to choose the next question.

My other options: What was your third grade teachers name?

My third grade teacher. hmmm. Did I even know how to spell her name then? And if I get the right spelling do I need to capitalize the first letter?

NEXT!

What color panties are you wearing?

My panties?!? I’m wearing my Tuesday panties! But… Was it Tuesday when my sarcastic ass thought of this question??? Skip!

Who was your childhood best friend?

What was your first pet’s name?

And finally, How much wood can a wood chuck chuck?

My mind starts to race, my hands clammy.

I go for the best friend question and type in her name. Nope! Wait! What? Oh yeah, I used her nick name. I spell out Samwisegamgee, not seeing the humor that I am sure had me rolling when I made this brilliant decision 36 days ago!

After the sadistic image of me kicking a wood chuck races through my mind, I enter my childhood pet’s name. O’Guy.

I am taken to the password changing page. After filling the requirements that my password must contain an uppercase letter, a number, a haiku, a gang sign, a hieroglyph and the blood of a virgin

   

I gather these necessary elements for the complex new password and am finally redirected to the much anticipated holy grail of blogs, I anxiously await the first topic:

101 writing tips!

ARGHHHHHH!

I think I owe a virgin an apology!

~Dyslexicwhisper

If life gives you melons, you may be dyslexic

If life gives you melons, you may be dyslexic! Ha!! I love this. It is me through and through.

When I tell someone I am dyslexic they often say, “So you read and write things backwards.” This does not come out like a question. The fact that people can put any of what dyslexia is about into words is a good thing. Personally I am more of an inside out perspective. Lemons inside out is Melons. This is me.

I recently tried explaining what it is like for me to edit my work. When I visualize editing something I have written, a meat tenderizer always comes to mind.

You see, I write something and reread it. To the best of my ability my work will pass my inspection. I will then let it “rest” for a while and go back for a once over  later. When I do (this is where the meat tenderizer comes in) I pulverize my work. I will say to myself, that doesn’t sound right. I will recognize the missing word and type it in. Now, say the missing word is LEMONS easy enough fix, right? Wrong.

I will look at my freshly typed word and think, that doesn’t look right.

I will modify LEMONS with my favorite writing tool the all important meat tenderizer. Reworking until Life itself will question the sanity of placing LEMONS in my care.

I will then ask someone around me to spell it, matching the letters one by one. This always takes two times through the word. I will then ask my appointed speller if they are sure. And, for some twisted fate in life they’re always positive.

I will come out of said revise with Melons and shake my fist at the Gods Of Revision.

In the end I am left with life giving me one more of those extra Melons. I quickly take it away and put it with the mountains of other Melons life has given me.

Now compound that one word into a whole manuscript of words and add in punctuation. Eventually winding up here.

Some people, when asked what they want most in life, will answer with things like happiness, peace of mind. Not me. My wish would be for an editor or a beta reader. You see the definition of peace of mind for me would be to spell the word Lemons and know without a doubt that it is in fact Lemons staring back at me. As for happiness? Well, all I can tell you is when life hands out Lemons I always get Melons and who wouldn’t be happy with an endless supply of Melons!!

Our Hero

We have seen the perfect image but cannot place a face.

Stubborn yet vulnerable.

Handsome yet unaffected.

Strong but flawed.

Loving yet encouraging.

Self-assured yet always evolving into exactly what we need.

Somehow blurred to perfection he embodies what should have been and those that might still be. But sadly he has wrecked us for all men. His measure is based on the limits of man. He rides the sub-conscience devouring foolish missteps of men. His ruthless creation is our deepest desire.

We fall in love repeatedly, never the same way or reason. Often times he reminds how to continue loving. Igniting that spark that’s not even possible in reality. Sometimes it is enough to just remember what once was or might still be. A sweet breath for the drowning. A younger woman’s dreams. An older woman’s memories.

Other male faces were real but how we preferred to see them was not. We pushed, molded and wished but they could never be him, he was born from them.

A wish after every argument.

A feature after every shortcoming.

A word after every silence.

A caress after every unfulfilled desire.

Protector, leader, friend and equal they wrote him down but we drew him into our mind’s eye long before. Even if described to oppose our taste we always find our faceless perfection waiting just ahead to walk through any given journey. Or was he carrying, persuading, challenging or seducing us last time?

It does not matter, he never fails. He is everything we want and everything we never knew was desired. Funny how a blurry man can unearth such clarity.

He is what draws every reader to the next novel. As soon as we turn the last page on him we scramble to find another novel, another glimpse.

The writer brings about the adventure. Does the reader even know it is the million tiny nuances in their life’s story that gives breath to him? Do they know they can write him perfectly if they try? After all, he could not be if they had not already invented him. It is perfection. We fall in love, repentance is not required. Hope is our consequence.

He is a Band-Aid.

He is closure.

He is new beginnings.

He is forgiveness and second chances.

The greatest romance to ever take place is when someone finally wrote the first scene unlocking the fiction women dream to be reality.

He is a fictional character.

He is the hero and we the protagonist of his world.

Writing Writing Tips For Less Knowledgeable Writers Is Supposed To Help Me Reach My Target Audience?

If you ask how to drive traffic to your blog the answer is almost always the same. Provide something of value to your potential reader. This is always followed by writing tips.

The blog I’m supposed to write. 101 writing tips.

The underlying point of a writer blogging about the rules of the trade is (according to other successful authors): To gain traffic so people will find out about and buy your book. There are SO many of these blogs it is mind boggling. But when an author blogs about writing tips and then spams a million “buy my children’s book” tweets, I get confused.

My question: Why would you think that your future readers are other writers? Sure, writers usually love reading but they are not your target audience.

Don’t get me wrong, I love reading about writing tips. I have grown as a writer because of those tips and I need them. But my novel is geared towards  young adults. Shouldn’t I be trying to get the fans of bands like One direction to read my blog?? I am a young adult author, they are young adults, that would seem logical to me.

The answer is no, leave “One Directioners” alone and concentrate on your genre or purpose.  (Trust me, unless you are One Direction, trying to sell your auto-biography, these fans are NOT interested, no matter what you blog about.)

Am I the only one who sees a flaw in the “writing tips” method? Personally, I value creative over perfect only because I cannot always see your mistakes (being dyslexic me) but I can immerse myself into your cleverly written world. (And, if you break the rules of writing for a clever, creative purpose, I will immediately consider you a kindred spirit.)

Now, if the purpose of writing tips is to attract your peers than this is a very effective method. But, if you are looking for your target audience, know who they are and what they like. Theme your blog around those guidelines because I bet their not interested in writing tips. Then tweet about your blog and have that lead them to your book.

For example: Say your novel’s genre is paranormal, I would include something like this link:

Most Haunted Real Places http://inventorspot.com/13_real_haunted_places?page=0%252C1

Gain interest in your novel by immersing your audience in what they love. Take them on a virtual tour that will scare the shit out of them. Or treat them to a bit of the urban-legend that prompted you to write your sure-to-be best selling thriller. If you make it clever I assure you, your readers will periodically check back in to see where else you can take them. Eventually they WILL by your book.

If they love romance and your novel is just that, then maybe an article about relationships, or, if you wanted me to buy your book/read your blog, include this picture. I assure you I will buy whatever this man is selling!

If you are writing a non-fiction about something like gardening, a link like this may be of interest to your reader: http://www.garden.org/

http://www.garden.org/regional/report/arch/inmygarden/4318

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These people are dying to know how others get carrots to grow in the desert. Keep your blog about gardening and leave out the writing tips. Who knows, you may even attract the interest of people behind said link, prompting them to mention your work. Credible website says buy your book, sounds like marketing gold if you ask me!

Whatever your genre create a buzz of awesome information, immersing your target audience in what they love. It makes sense and gives your blog purpose. This is what I will be doing as my writing career eeks along.

If you have a manuscript and are trying to attract the illusive agent/publisher, make your blog samples of your writing style. Focus on your strengths.

If you are like me, you are learning as you go. A blog about writing is not only appreciated but necessary. But if your tweeting “buy my book” and making everyone mad, I suggest writing a blog that sparks an interest for your target audience. Then you can tweet about your latest posts and sell some books based on the creative and vast knowledge of your genre. This can save a LOT of wasted time. Not to mention the Twitter Police will stop writing “what not to do” articles (that really are true, sorry to say) about you.

I have accomplished a great many goals with this blog. For me it serves a multitude of purposes. I look forward to doing some creative posts about my up and coming genre, adding randomly to  my writing portfolio and connecting with individuals/groups with common interests.

I wish you all the best and hope you enjoyed my cleverly disguised (must have) post about writing tips. LOL ~Dyslexicwhisper

I Had A Dream: A Thank You From Me To You!

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As the year wraps up and I am fully immersed in the holiday season I want to take a minute to say thank you! Thank you to my readers, friends, family and my internet community!

At first the year started out like this…

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And I was stuck in my metaphorical tower…

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Afraid to put myself out there…

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I decided to try anyways. And most of the first few months felt like this…

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Many moments felt like this…

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But I started to get the hang of things and I figured out what I needed…

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The more time I spent doing this…

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The more people I came to know…

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And the more they came to feel like family…

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A few even became close…

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They helped steer me away from anything suspicious…

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And anyone suspicious…

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I put together my professional image…

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I was able to cling to that illusion even when I felt like this…

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I met a great publisher…

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And they shared their secrets with me…

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They gave me direction…

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I hold dearly the time they have invested in my work…

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This opened up possibilities for me…

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They wanted to know who I was…

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I showed them how I think…

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I found out that underdog was really the definition of superhero…

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This kept me from to much…

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In turn stopping me from going…

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My best friend is my sister. I call her my Samwise because she will walk to the fiery mountain with me. Always standing by my side.

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Oftentimes leading the way, sometimes even carrying me…

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I love her with all my heart and soul…

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I went to some great parties…

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I met interesting people and introduced them to my personality …

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I learned not to take life too seriously…

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And when I look back at all the people I have met and all the milestones I have accomplished I am happy to say I love my life and everyone in it! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!

So thank you and Happy Holidays!

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DYSLEXICWHISPER

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