Reflections - 5

Relief of emotions expressed; not driving a wedge between us, but opening our souls, drawing us closer.

Reflections - 4

Living with dread; the stomach shrinking, stew simmering heat shrivels my soul.

Reflections - 3

Uncertainty like a blank curtain, muffles everything.

Reflections - 2

The regular, rolling rhythm of chopping carrots bio-dynamically; creating many-faceted shapes.

Reflections - 1

Words like ships under full canvas leap from my tongue, creating realities from my imagination.

Reflections

Inspired by Fiona & Kaspa's River of Stones in January, I am going to try and write something for my blog every day. Although I may not be able to post every day, I plan to keep a record of everything I write and post when I can.

So for the month of February I am going to record my reflections...

Why I should be published

I am not a celebrity. I am not famous. I am not infamous. But, I am a writer and my writing has merit. This alone should qualify me to read by agents and publishers.

So, why don't they?

I write from my heart. I attempt different styles in order to appeal to a wide audience. I write what I would like to read, being unable to find it on the bookshop shelves.

I research carefully and plan out each novel in advance. I don't restrict myself to my plan, but let inspiration take me where it will. I draft and redraft carefully so that my work is the best.

And still, the agents and publishers won't even bother to read me.

My work is excellent. I will not stop my search for an agent/publisher. Somewhere, out there, there is someone who will recognise the quality of my writing and take a risk on me. I'm worth it! My writing is different. My writing is eminently sellable.

Choose me!

a river of stones - 11

coldness creeps around

skin and settles in my bones

cruel, prolonged winter

© Freya Pickard 2011

a river of stones - 10

white exhalation

drifts and disappears in the

coolness of morning

© Freya Pickard 2011

a river of stones - 9

thin circular ice

floats on cold water, denies

the robin his bath

© Freya Pickard 2011