Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
Roses are red, and so is blood. I could say I'm just not in the mood for Valentine's Day, but that's not quite true. In the past I've shunned it out of spite and jealousy, wondering what I did wrong and why I never belonged with anyone else. No candy, cards, or carnations delivered to... Continue Reading →
September kind of got away from me in terms of posting here. I'm back at the job I quit last November when I finished my accounting degree. In February, I learned I did not like working a desk job, and I quit that one after a few weeks. So I'm back where I was a... Continue Reading →
I published my short story We Were Six. It is available as a free download on Kindle through August 25. Here's the description: We were six in number. We had been six for a while, all girls. Their father is king of the faeries who live deep in the woods. The girls await his seasonal... Continue Reading →
The image at the top of this post is a page from James Joyce's Ulysses, which I finished reading this year. I used my not-so-fancy editing skills to circle the phrase, "Wicklow, rightly termed the garden of Ireland." This is the phrase that first sparked the idea to use Wicklow as my pen name. I've... Continue Reading →
This month did not go as expected, but I could not have asked for a better experience. I had gone into July hoping to write 60 poems for my poetry book, all from the point of view of the fictional persona I use to write many of my poems. She started as a character in... Continue Reading →
My goal for July's Camp NaNoWriMo was to write a total of 60 poems. Ideally, the poems would work together to tell a story about two unnamed characters amid a bit of apocalyptic gloom. While I have been writing every day, I've averaged only about one poem a day rather than the necessary two. Since... Continue Reading →
"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot is one of my favorite poems. I first read it in my eleventh grade English class, where I was fortunate to have a teacher who made me learn to love studying and analyzing literature. I had always loved to read, but English classes in school... Continue Reading →
Sometime after I turned 30, the realization hit me that this is my life. I'd been waiting for something better to come along before I committed to anything. I always thought that if I was brave enough to take that first thoughtless leap, someone or something would be there to catch me and carry me... Continue Reading →
I'm not going to write a daily update every day this month, but I wanted to talk a wee bit about my poetry writing process. I'm new to poetry, so I'm learning as I go. Documenting it on this blog will allow me to look back some time from now and see what I've learned.... Continue Reading →
Unlike the official National Novel Writing Month in November where the goal is to write a 50,000-word novel, the Camp NaNoWriMo sessions in April and July of each year allow writers to set their own goals, whether they're editing or writing. I have so many drafts of novels that need editing that I promised myself... Continue Reading →
Michelle Wicklow 