The End of a Chapter…Tricks-of-the-Trade; “What does it mean?”

This phrase is used so metaphorically these days, we writers almost lose our grasp of its significance in our world!

And yet it is our world, our very breath of life.

As an editor my opinion is where we end our chapters is more important than where we begin; even though, of course, that initial first sentence is crucial too. The end, however, is what keeps the pages turning. Without that, we are lost.

So, fellow writers, take that book you’re working on and flip back through the ending of your chapters. Does it compel you to go on, to turn the pages in excited anticipation?

Another exercise that is very useful to authors of all genres, fiction and nonfiction, is to grab a book, published or unpublished, that you wrote some time ago. Perhaps even your first book? Look at the Chapter endings and the beginnings as well. I think you will be amazed at how far you have come as a writer. If not, then this is something you need to address.

Just some advice on the Tricks-of-the-Trade that aren’t tricks at all … just good writing practices for all levels of writers.

I am available through my blog and comments area for any questions on the fundamentals of writing, editing, formatting, and publishing advice.

Deborah A. Bowman, Clasid Consultants Publishing

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Expressions of Love … Go With It! (Original song by Deborah A. Bowman)

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Go With It!

Lost in time

Encased in rhyme

Breathless sigh

Don’t wonder why

Go with it!

Lovely face

Crowded space

It draws your eyes

Beauty emphasized

Feel the beat,

Go With It!

Soul enraptured

Moment captured

Eros tosses a dart

Straight to your hearts

Sing together,

GO WITH IT!

 

The Future …šŸ’–

Where do I go from here?

What do I really hold dear?

Decisions creep up on us from afar

And we always wonder who we really are?

Changing and rearranging everyday

Our moods in fickle alignment

But such allows us refinement!

Follow your heart!

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Plan Your Future With Your Heart!

 

Fickle Inspiration

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Fantasy Inspiration

I see the trinkets that surround me

But do I really see?

These are so precious to me

They inspire and capture my creativity

But not today

I have no words to say

But those that get in the way

My inspiration does not shine

In silence I seek the divine

And all will be well in time

My Annie doll will speak her mind

And tell me of her trip from Ireland

When she came alone to Ellis Island

The castle will sing its tune, the dancer spinning

And a new story will be beginning

To weave its way into my soul

The faerie pixie will rise and flow

Through ancient dreams and glowing scenes

Dancing on the sunā€™s rays, amidst the colors of the rainbow

The Kindle will light with fire: reds and yellows; golds and blues

Iā€™ll slip on my glasses so I can see true

The beautiful forests and haunted hills

Iā€™ll experience thrills and wills and chills

As a new world comes alive inside my brain

Some of you may think me insane

As the keyboard beckons and calls my name

Not all the words have gone up in flames

I just had to write them to know their game

Of hide and seek, catch me if you can, find me if you dare

The words will scatter unless you show them you care.

NOW THE STORY LOST IN TIMEā€¦

HAS RETURNED TO SPARKLE AND SHINE!

Deborah A. Bowman

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Where Did I Go Wrong?

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Shadowed path in sunlight

Okay, life is tough

Complicated, complex, rough

It’s supposed to be

How can we see

Where we lost our way

Unless we find out where we went wrong?

Here’s to finding life’s path; be strong!

Deborah A. Bowman

 

 

 

Easter…

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A time of reflection and renewal

An adamant and firm refusal

To let sadness rule my day

As I look to God, I will find a way

To be happy and release the grief

To find blessed love and relief

 

God who gave his only son

Grieved on a Friday, withheld the sun

The rain His tears upon the earth

On Sunday morn, risen in new birth

His Son ascended to be with His Father

We were given eternal life and forgiveness

So there is no more grief and sadness

All souls dwell in the glory of the Lord

I rejoice in this Easter morn…

Deborah A. Bowman Stevens