Barbara Burgess

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A Poem for All of My Writing Friends

Writing Voices

Am I schizophrenic?

I most certainly am not.

Who the hell was that?!

-Barbara Burgess


Writing Prompts are for Kids

I did a Google search for writing prompt websites.  It gave me this one among many:

You pick a category.


The site asks for your name.

Easy.  I’m Barbara.  Next!

Then, it asks what grade you are.

Clearly, I put I was in 4th to 6th grade, because mature.

Then, you get a pull a lever to make the prompt machine go.

Spin, you monster!  Spin!

The prompt I was given?  I thought you’d never ask!

The prompt goes like this:

Describe the personality traits of a radioactive translator who befriends a race of mutant rabbits.

 You better believe I am currently 500 words into this!

Why Does No One Like The Books that I LOVE

9781782114079.jpgLast year, I read the most remarkable book.  Maybe you’ve heard of it:  The Book of Strange New Things by Michel Faber.

This book did everything for me.  It made me laugh.  It made me cry.  I questioned life on multiple levels due to this book.  It was beautifully written.  Raw in place which are normally soft and precious. Delicate would it could have just been strange.

Yet, everyone that I’ve asked to read this book can’t finish it.  They just can’t.  They don’t like it at all.

What is not to love about a Christian missionary travel to another planet to preach the gospels to a bunch of aliens?!

You know who doesn’t like this book?  Savages!

Okay, that line about the savages was a joke, but seriously.  I have no idea why my mother didn’t love this book.

Also, I can’t get anyone on board with The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera.


Maybe, it’s just me.




I remember playing outside barefoot when I was a little girl.  I remember this with a twinge of PTSD creeping through my feet and up into my spine.  Why?  Because I remember getting stung.  I remember this happening frequently.

When I wasn’t being stung by the bees, I was lying on my stomach watching the white clover flowers giggle as the bees landed on them.

I don’t remember when I stopped seeing the bees, but I do remember seeing less and less.

As I was writing at the picnic table a few weeks ago, I noticed a bee on a white clover flower.  Then, I noticed another.  And, another.

This was the first time I had seen more than one bee at a time in years!  I sat there and watched them dance on the flowers.

It was all very nostalgic and calming.  I imagine this was mostly because I was wearing proper shoes, so I had no need to worry about accidentally getting stung.


My Production Calendar Is My Boss

On Monday, May 1, I will begin my production calendar.

I have made a list of writing projects that is currently 34 items long.  The projects include fiction, scifi, non-fiction, YA fantasy, and children’s books.

Choosing one item to work on was hard.  Very hard.  But I have chosen to write book one of a series that I have planned.

I will release more information about this book and all of the others on my projects as I work.

I have chosen a book for which I do not have the “great American novel” aspiration.  I did this for a couple of reasons.

1) I want to finish this book in a timely fashion.

I have two books that I have been working on for five years.  Yes.  Five whole freaking years.  Many of my friends reading this know which two stories I am talking about and are embarrassed on my behalf for taking this long.

The truth is that I am aiming at literature for these books.  Great American Novel aspirations.  Big time.

After I get a good catalogue of books under my belt, I will most like spend six whole months focused purely on a crappy first draft of one of these stewing stories.  Then, I will spend another six months making it ready for the reading world.

2) I want this first book to be less important to me personally.

This certainly doesn’t mean that I don’t care about the story I’ve chosen.  I care about it a lot, but in a different way.

The story that I’ve chosen to tell is entertaining.  Purely.  There are psychics, murder, and cops galore!  Definitely, genre fiction.  This makes this project a bit more fun and lot less work.

Basically, it is like this:  When I am writing this project, I am not worried about Hemingway’s ghost laughing hysterically at me around the Great Dead Writers Water Cooler.

For more measurable writing information such as wordcount, marketing, publishing, tools, and things such as that, you might want to follownotnowimwriting on Twitter and follow theNotNowImWriting blog.

Day 1

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

I have always hated that quote, but sitting here looking at my word count log on the first day of my day-job-free life, I can’t think of any other way to sum up how I feel.

Word count:  832