Sayword B. Eller's Blog
December 18, 2016
Why I Left My Critique Group
First and foremost let me say, I LOVE critique groups! There is no better way to improve as a writer/author than to get feedback from your writing peers/colleagues. I am the president (not as glamorous as it may seem) of a local writers group. In 2013 I approached 5 writers in the group to ask if they would like to form a critique group. (wow. I just used "group" a lot. *shudder*)
I was so
I was so
Published on December 18, 2016 14:05
May 15, 2016
Is Experience Key?
Lately I have heard or seen this statement a multitude of times: writers crave the experience. Maybe it's because I've spent the last two weekends binge watching Girls, the HBO show created by Lena Dunham, that I feel like this "truth" is being hammered into my head. Hannah, Dunham's character, often does things (mostly sexual) for "the experience". You see, Hannah is a writer. In the first
Published on May 15, 2016 06:22
May 8, 2016
Living Wide Awake as an Author: Is it Possible?
I've lived my entire life asleep, I think. Moving through moments in a fog of waking. I think I did this as a child, too. Never quite grasping a moment because I was too preoccupied.
So what am I doing?
I used to attribute this lack of earthly focus to a creative mind. I've been writing stories since I was 12, and play acting since well before then. But is that it? Have I simply been lost in a
So what am I doing?
I used to attribute this lack of earthly focus to a creative mind. I've been writing stories since I was 12, and play acting since well before then. But is that it? Have I simply been lost in a
Published on May 08, 2016 11:37
November 11, 2013
October 23, 2013
October 10, 2013
Year 3: Prompt 7: Patience
Alyssa sat motionless, waiting for
the sound of hooves against the hardened dirt of the lane running in
front of her house. Granted the sounds could be from anyone, but if
the Universe had any kind of sympathy it would bring him back to her
and they would live happily forever.
“Alyssa darling,” her mother
said entering the front parlor. “What on earth are you doing with
that window open? You’
the sound of hooves against the hardened dirt of the lane running in
front of her house. Granted the sounds could be from anyone, but if
the Universe had any kind of sympathy it would bring him back to her
and they would live happily forever.
“Alyssa darling,” her mother
said entering the front parlor. “What on earth are you doing with
that window open? You’
Published on October 10, 2013 16:47
September 29, 2013
Blog Tour Kicks Off!
With the upcoming release of SHADOWS (October 2, 2013) comes the inevitable blog tour. This one is teensy (3 weeks), but it's fun so far! You can check out my first stop at http://marylouwrites.weebly.com/-behi...
Published on September 29, 2013 07:43
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eller, ghosts, paranormal, romance, sayword, sayword-b-eller, shadows
Blog Tour Kicks Off!
With the upcoming release of SHADOWS (October 2, 2013) comes the inevitable blog tour. This one is teensy (3 weeks), but it's fun so far! You can check out my first stop at http://marylouwrites.weebly.com/-behi...
Published on September 29, 2013 07:40
August 18, 2013
Changes are coming!
Hello, All!
I just wanted to let you know that Prompting365 will be experiencing some changes over the coming weeks. We all have busy lives and, unfortunately, things that we really want to do get shoved to the wayside, especially working 50-60 hours a week, or raising families, or promoting new works. Yes, my head is spinning!
Here is what you should expect to see in the coming months on
I just wanted to let you know that Prompting365 will be experiencing some changes over the coming weeks. We all have busy lives and, unfortunately, things that we really want to do get shoved to the wayside, especially working 50-60 hours a week, or raising families, or promoting new works. Yes, my head is spinning!
Here is what you should expect to see in the coming months on
Published on August 18, 2013 07:11
June 19, 2013
Sad Little Stick Girl
I am your puppet.
A marionette moving upon your will.
You pull my strings, bring color to my
cheeks.
You smile your devilish grin and your
eyes
Sparkle with deviance.
I am lost.
You put me away in your box of toys,
Leaving me alone in darkness and I am
Unable to find my way out.
I am confused.
You pull me out of the darkness,
Ready to make me dance again.
Ready to fill my
A marionette moving upon your will.
You pull my strings, bring color to my
cheeks.
You smile your devilish grin and your
eyes
Sparkle with deviance.
I am lost.
You put me away in your box of toys,
Leaving me alone in darkness and I am
Unable to find my way out.
I am confused.
You pull me out of the darkness,
Ready to make me dance again.
Ready to fill my
Published on June 19, 2013 18:02


