I read a lot of blogs about writing.

Something I’ve grown really tired of is the “how to be a writer” blog - as if this is something that can be conveyed in a few paragraphs. It isn’t that I don’t think there are aspects of writing that can be taught. I’ve taken writing classes and found them beneficial. But a one-size-fits-all list of dos and don’ts that you stumble across on the internet is something to be skeptical of.

If there are rules, they apply to everyone differently, depending on your audience and your specific writing goals.

How many times have you been warned not to use adverbs?

Tell that to JK Rowling. Or better: don’t. Adverbs have their place as does every other bit of language. A better suggestion would be to use all your words consciously, to understand where the rule came from and break it with that knowledge.

But even that makes me uncomfortable. It ignores the fact that there are writers with natural talent who don’t need to know the why of it.

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For the complete article by author and blogger Katie O'Rourke, tune in later today to The Official Prose. Blog at: blog.theprose.com/blog.

O spilt milk,poor forgotten cliche

spreading across the floor

all fuming

angry at your owner,

who shed no tears for you

why become foul and spoiled?

truly yours is

an understandable dilemma

from a cabinet of many shards

that was not the first glass to break

but I am spongy soaking

meet me and be relieved

I will suffer through disasters

you will not be left on linoleum

I am spongy soaking

yellow and green is here to stay.

The audience hushed as the red velvet

curtains pulled back. A collective

sigh was heard throughout the theater,

especially in the first few rows, fearful

of blood spatters and such- for you never

know when the next poet to rise upon

the stage, is going to ever so secretly

slash their wrists, before engaging mouth.

For with poetry, as with art, there are those

who feel they must out of some misspent

recollection of duty, bleed upon the canvas

or stage. I assure you that though I will shine

the light of the maker into the dark and grungy

places you have come here to expunge, I will not

be the one to shower you with bodily fluids.

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Stay tuned to read this poem in its entirety later today on the Official Prose. Blog: blog.theprose.com/blog.

There’s a moment within most dreams

When your consciousness deems

Things are NOT as they appear

Somewhere within the minds eye

Some part starts to question why?

Lies exist as truth

It is within this moment of dream-time

That one can weave memories into the mind

Bind the dream within

Going forward while rewinding it back

Remembering, while dreaming, art of A Dream-Hack

Jacked on curiosity

The key to keeping dream-memories

Is excellent footnote commentaries

Varieties to hold upon waking

Slow and natural is best

In waking from a dreamful rest

Cleverest memories holding

That first waking moment is critical

Recalling dream-details, methodical

Typical, with practice

Then every dream can be

A waking memory

Revalee for an Artists mind

-M.E.

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I have complaints:

Just about nothing!

Thanks for

A fun night!

I wish it was

Not over yet.

All night,

I thought

It was fun.

Now, reversed.

"It was fun!"

I thought,

All night,

"Not over yet..."

I wish it was

a fun night.

Thanks for

Just about nothing.

I have complaints.

Heart: as much as I've enjoyed the impulses between us-

Brain: you like those feelings?

Heart: and your explanations, thank you-

Brain: you're welcome, I could tell you needed them-

Heart: yes, that's my point, so now that we're here, let's dance

Brain: dance-dance?

Heart: yes!

Brain: but, neither of us has legs...

Heart: the heart wants what the heart wants!

Brain: yes, of course, maybe we can jiggle around, that's dancing

Heart: that's the spirit, I'll give us a beat!

Brain: that was cheesy

Heart: but we're dancing! like flamingo's-

Brain: what this costs me, no one knows...

- M.E.

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