Posted in Editing

Tightened Language

When you are writing a story, whether a book length story or a short story, be as clear in your language use as you can. Get rid of redundancies and use of too many words to tell or describe something, when a few words will suffice.

Too Wordy: Joe walked as slow as he possibly could on purpose because he knew it would make me angry.
Cleaned Up: Joe trudged down the path. He knew it would irritate me.

In the first sentence too many words are used to say what one word can do. By using the word trudge, we get a clearer picture of how slow Joe is walking without the extras. Then breaking it down into two sentences makes it easier to read.

Too Redundant and Excessive Language: The quarrelling couple downstairs worked my last nerve, I thought. The whole situation was making me angry to the point I wanted to go down stairs and tell them to stop.
Tightened Up: The quarrelling couple downstairs worked my last nerve. Hmm, maybe I’ll pound on their door and tell them to stop.

In the first sentence we don’t need the words I thought because we already know the character is thinking the words we just read. It’s one of those unwritten understandings. The reader just knows. That is what’s called excessive language. We also have redundant language in that sentence. The reader already knows the character is angry so the words, The whole situation was making me angry to the point…, is not needed.

Posted in Poetry

The Fleeting Soul by L. M. Montes

In life you are a soul behind a mask,
hiding from the world but yet you seek
true beauty from within a natural set,
displaying gold inside your heart,
giving what you have to all, then part.

In dreams you linger strong and within sight,
but then you move and vanish from my
reach when hands behold your presence,
leaving one to wonder if you are there,
or staying away forever, ’cause you care.

Posted in Poetry

Nature’s Movement by L. M. Montes

Falling beams of sun’s pure light,
portrayed the morning’s breath
of flowers and scented dew,
a haven and dreamlike world
to ponder thus with you.

In nature’s quietness I sit
upon a grassy cliff up high,
a tree it tapped me on the head
as breezes they set sail
and spoke of change’s rule.



Posted in Poetry

Life’s Choices by L. M. Montes

The pull of life reached out to me,
and taunted with its symmetry,
so many shapes and paths that call,
which one to do or none at all,
alas I chose and it was wrong,
so others harped with nasty song,
inside I shrank and bent to cringe,
the edges of my mind so singed,
but light it came and slayed the burn,
as from mistakes the brain it learned.

Posted in Poetry

The Golden Plight by L. M. Montes

In my room so bold and bright,
on the wall with gold and light,
was a tree with leaves to pluck,
and waved this day to spin my luck,
but I said no, I’ll take a stance,
and find my way through time’s expanse.

Posted in Poetry

Love so Rare by L. M. Montes

On rose petals there I sat,
afloat in nature’s scented grasp,
The sweet sensation so assailing,
a newness of life for me unveiling,
tacitness at times is golden,
essential nature on me beholden,
inspiration stabs life’s tides,
and serves to me eyes opened wide.

Posted in Social

Give Your Mind a Break

What happens when you write everyday? Two things. You get further in your writing project than if you hadn’t. Two, you end up needing to give your mind a break. Yes, step aside from the written word for a day or two. Do something else entirely. Work out in your garden, do a craft, go to a movie, play a game, do some house work, or all of the above.

What happens is this, your mind can get stuck, and you lose your steam. Your brain gets tired like the rest of our body when we do too much of something. When you work out in the yard for a couple hours, aren’t you tired when you stop? Your body feels sapped. You have no energy left. You need to rejuvenate. You might even go and feed your body a Gatorade and/or a snack.

Today I felt mentally drained because I had been writing everyday, working on my manuscript that’s almost finished. I can see the finish line from here. I want to get it done. So I’m sitting at my desk with my laptop in front of me, and my brain is saying, ‘uhhh, no.’ I didn’t want to do anything. I had no ‘juice’ left. Getting up and doing something else didn’t appeal to me either. So what did I do? I got up and did something anyway, kicking and screaming. Well, that’s a little extreme. After I got going with my other activity, sweeping the patio and gardening, it rejuvenated me.

Posted in Poetry

Sailing Breezes by L. M. Montes

Waves bob up down
toss turn as wind blows,
set sail swirl spin
a breeze blast of salt air.

Waving bobbing all around,
tossing turning dropping down,
sailing swirling spinning blowing,
from breezes blasting salt air about.

Posted in Poetry

Elusive Scent by L. M. Montes

A scent so sweet swept o’er to me,
across the tides of breezes be,
I tried to grab and snatch it close,
but through my fingers it left and rose
up to the sky and blow away,
to come again another day.

Posted in Poetry

Words Bitter Sweet Sound by L. M. Montes

Spattering words, a nothingness pushed forth,
rang in my ears and flew out the door,
all that’s left is the droning of sound,
from mouths speaking nothing
but words spewed aground.

You want me to listen,
so get your facts straight,
instead of pure nothing
filled with all hate.

God’s gentle nudging grew words from your lips,
and sang to my heart, then to my finger tips,
now life is filled with meaning profound,
from mouths sprinkling something
so rich with sweet sound.

You want me to listen,
you got your facts straight,
instead of pure nothing,
you weren’t filled with hate.