The Prompter Room

For Friday, February 15, 2019:


Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles, and the water is clear?  Can you remain unmoving until the right action arises by itself?



The Prompter Room

For Tuesday, June 26, 2018:


Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful: patience is everything!




The Prompter Room

For Tuesday, April 24, 2018:


For the sake of a few lines one must see many cities, men and things. One must know the animals, one must feel how the birds fly and know the gesture with which the small flowers open in the morning. One must be able to think back to roads in unknown regions, to unexpected meetings and to partings … to days in rooms withdrawn and quiet and to mornings by the sea … to nights of travel that rushed along on high and flew with all the stars … 

And still it is not enough to have memories. One … must have the great patience to wait until they come again. For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance, to gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves — not until then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them.



Thank you for your patience

It’s taking longer than I anticipated to get physical and brain energies back in my hiatus necessitated by medical issues in the household.  Thank you for your patience!  I appreciate the continued views and visits, and especially the new followers who have joined this little community while I’ve been missing in action.

hope to be back here  week, as things are starting to ease up some.  In the meantime, I hope you’ll continue to visit and check out my pages up top – don’t forget the Zen koans for meditation and writing prompts – and some older posts.

One thing I have managed to do is join the 21st century – I now have a Twitter account.  If you’re there, too, I hope you’ll look me up at @GenieWrites2.  And don’t forget to check out my new novel A Proud Little Town.  The link is above at the Bookshelf tab and in the most recent post before this one.

Thank you again!  I miss being here and I’m looking forward to being back as soon as possible.


~~ Genie

The Prompter Room

For Sunday, April 3, 2016:


“Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.”

Vincent van Gogh

Five hundred words a day for 365 days equals 182,500 words, according to the calculator.  I just double-checked and the numbers are right.  That’s a book – a novel, a memoir, a biography, a history of something.  Just a few words a day, a standard notebook page’s worth, for a year.  That’s doable, my friends!

I’ve always been so impressed with the people who have full-time jobs and children who still manage to produce books of any length, sometimes on a regular basis.  Maybe this is how they do it – 500 words after the dishes are done and the children bathed, 500 words before everyone gets up in the morning, 500 words at lunchtime or on the bus or train to and from work …

Everyone has a different process, of course, and different circumstances – my little novella took a year and the total word count is much less than 180k – but when I was able to sit and write, I usually managed at least 500 words each time.  That was my goal.  Sometimes I exceeded it, other times I barely made it, but that was what I strived for.

It may not seem like a lot of words each time, and a year may seem like a long time at the start, but it’s amazing how fast those notebook pages accumulate into something substantial.  When you look back afterwards, I suspect the time will seem like nothing at all.

We all enjoy the impulses of the occasional ‘Eureka’ moment.  They’re exciting, they get us started, but something needs to get us past the initial spark of energy.  Five hundred words a day: a worthy goal that’s worth every minute.

And for anyone who’s counting, 30 minutes/day equals 10, 500 minutes.  That’s not a lot in the grand scheme of things.  Just sayin’ (she tells herself as she prepares to start on the next book …).