Monday Motivation.

I joined #5amwritersclub this morning and I am feeling great. Starting my day off by focusing energy towards my passion = a fantastic start to the week. I hope you’re following your dreams too…even if you have to wake up extra early to do so before you head to your day job like me. ✨🌛

A Kerouac Detour 


“In God’s name and under the stars what for? For joy, for kicks, for something burning in the night.” -Jack Kerouac. I finished reading “On the Road” earlier today. I had been meaning to read it for years, and finally got around to it. The timing couldn’t have been better. What an adventurous story. The magic is in the details. I’m wondering if there are any drastic differences in the “original scroll” version which I read, compared to the 1957 edition. I enjoyed being able to read the story with the actual names. Of course seeing the final line read, “I think of Neal Cassady” instead of “I think of Dean Moriarty” would probably make a difference for some people. None the less, what a powerful thing it is to have such a complex person in your life. It’s true isn’t it? There are some people that come into your life and make a mark on you. Their always going to be there in your mind. You’ll always think about them. Neal Cassady seemed to be the type to set ones soul on fire in a inconsistent way, but that was the beauty of it.

One quote that really stuck out to me as I read was, “At the end of the American road is a man and a woman making love in a hotel room.” Even though there is a lot of explanation surrounding that statement, I couldn’t get my mind off of it. It’s one of those sentences that I will write in my journal, stare at, and pick apart for the next few weeks. On the Road is far from a love story, but there are tons of moments that focus on relationships. In that particular instance, Jack is talking about his wife. However, I think that a lot of us can relate to a statement like that. When you cut it down and peel back the layers, he’s talking about a reality that most of us have experienced. Sure, there are many joys in life, but there are certain things you can’t compare. Sometimes it’s the simplest of statements that create the most meaning.



Overall, I’m so glad I took the time to detour from my poetry books to read “On the Road.” It is a book that I will remember forever.

Until next time,


Poetic State of Mind

The summer is upon us…which means I hide inside on super sunny hot days. However, I will say that today was beautiful. I’m honestly more of a go for a drive when the sun sets type of girl…I’d much rather worry about mosquito bites than sunburn. One of my favorite things to do is go to the beach at night. It’s a much more peaceful experience, spending quiet time with the ocean.

…you know…ebbing with the ocean of life like Whitman.

You’ll be happy to know that I’ve been writing a lot. My bond with poetry is still going strong, and I think that largely has to do with the fact that when I’m not working on my own, I’m reading other poets work. I’m very much in a poetic state of mind every single day, and it feels great. It kind of allows one to look at the world differently, and makes me curious to explore all sorts of things.

I haven’t always been a people watcher. There were so many times that I’d be having a conversation with a fellow writer and they would tell me how they love to go sit at a coffee shop and just watch people. Normally, I’d respond by nodding my head and smiling when I was really thinking, “how in the world does that help you?” Fast forward to present day, and I finally get it. The only trouble is, I’m not quite sure how to explain it…helpful Christine, right? I don’t know how everyone does it, but I don’t exactly sit there are stare at people like a creep. It’s more the atmosphere of it all. Most of the time, I’m writing articles for my Bleeding Cool job so I fade in and out of the happenings around the room. Today, I actually went out to lunch by myself and had a super delicious breakfast sandwich. While I was scarfing that down, I noticed an old couple talking over a newspaper. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but in a weird way, I didn’t need to because my imagination immediately kicked in. Don’t you love when that happens?

It’s safe to say that I’m pretty content with writing poetry, so for now I’m going to continue following that path. Like I mentioned before, I’ve also been reading a lot of poetry. I’m about to finish up a few different poets, and I’ve decided that my next poet to explore further will be Sylvia Plath. It’s funny because I’ve read some of her stuff before, but it wasn’t until I was browsing quotes (as I so often do) one day and came across this one…


It wasn’t the first time I’d read it either. Actually, I’d probably read it several times, but this time was different. I had an overwhelming urge to learn more about her. It’s definitely one of the most truthful statements that’s ever been written. So, I’m happy to say that I snagged copies of her unabridged journals and a collection of poetry. I’ll be sure to report back after I’ve read through it all. I would mention who I’m finishing reading now, but I have so much that I want to say that I won’t even mention his name. I’ll just be mysterious until I decide to write a separate post about him too.

On a completely unrelated note (because I’m cool like that) I’d like to leave you with a piece of one of my favorite poems called “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop. You can read the full poem here.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;/ so many things seem filled with the intent/ to be lost that their loss is no disaster./Lose something every day. Accept the fluster/of lost door keys, the hour badly spent./The art of losing isn’t hard to master./Then practice losing farther, losing faster:/places, and names, and where it was you meant/to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
For me, the poem provides a refreshing perspective of not allowing yourself to become too attached to anything. To kind of accept the every day flow of life and how things tend to naturally evolve and change.
Until next time,


“Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out the window.” -William Faulkner

That is one of my favorite quotes of all time. Reading is everything to me. I just wish I could find more time to do it! My TBR pile just keeps growing and growing and growing…I can’t seem to catch up with it. You think I’d stop buying books? No! What a ridiculous thought!

Not enough time to read = not enough time to blog = short post.

Until next time,