The Poetteer

Hello Poetteers, In my three years of being a published author I found many things I love about it. 1. Finding old ideas and new ideas for stories 2. Writing 'The End' 3. Holding a finished copy of your book 4. Seeing your book in a bookstore 5. Seeing fanart 6. Reading a good review someone left 7. I love the feeling of signing books for someone who will cherish the story. What do you love about being an author? As a reader, what do you love about authors? stay inspired, Fida

Hello Poetteers, It's time for my monthly recap! I look back at my goals I set in the beginning of the year and see how well I progressed. Reading I read two novels and a non-fiction book. My first read of the month was THE GIRL IN THE BLUE COAT by Monica Hesse. I was able to pick up THE ROSE AND THE DAGGAR, the sequel to THE WRATH AND THE DAWN by Renée Ahdieh. My non fiction read was THE DESIRE MAP by Danielle LaPorte. I'm currently reading The Problem with Forever by Jennifer L. Armentrout . Writing I'm working on a few short stories and poetry collections here and there. That's all I can say. Stay tuned in the coming months for more information. You can get a sneak peak about this in my newsletter . Personal I'm in a better place than I was 5 years ago. I am able to have and stick with my exercise routine. I'll say that I was able to accomplish most of my goals. I won't be sharing next month's goals in this blog post. I have a sepa...

Hello Poetteers, In chaos you can either lose yourself or find a light within it. My mind reels of the day's thoughts until I fall asleep. I try to think of something else. Ideas start coming. I write them down. Late night inspiration can go both ways. It can be really bad or really good. I think I got a good one couple nights ago. It makes me excited! When do ideas come to you the most? stay inspired,  Fida

Hello Poetteers, As you may noticed I post more poetry related articles than actual poetry. I have been loving Instagram and working on posting my poetry there. I'm also currently participating in a six word challenge . It is a lot of fun. I have a few other fun things planned for Instagram , so stay tuned there. stay inspired, Fida

Hello Poetteers, I love walking in the rain or at sunset. I especially love when I get inspired while I walk. I love a good, warm cup of tea, especially when it has fresh mint from the garden. I love seeing birds hop and bunnies hopping. I love everything about nature. What do you love about nature? Stay inspired, Fida 

Hello Poetteers, Most people think of journaling as a diary. That is only one type of journaling in multitude of styles. 1. Traditional Journal This is the most known type of journaling. You keep a record of your day to day life. You reflect on your experiences and emotions. 2. Scrapbooking/Art Journal It contains both words and sketches. It can include watercoloring or collages. It is a book of blank pages for sticking clippings, drawings, or pictures in. ListersGottaList is a good place to start. You can create lists answering the prompt and decorate the page of what represents the things on the list. 3. Bullet Journal It is a customizable and forgiving organization system. It can be your to-do list, sketchbook, notebook, and diary, but most likely, it will be all of the above. I've seen people use it to track habits or log different areas of their life. It is also a place to keep spreads/collections of different lists. It is one place to keep your notes from lectures ...

Hello Poetteers, Writing is something I love. I love creating. I love exploring new things. I love exploring the old and everyday things in a new light.  Poetry Prompt: What is your favorite body part? Why is it your favorite? How do you use it. List three good things. List three bad things. Sentence Starters: I have… I won’t… Possible Poetry Type: What is (blank)? Pick out your favorite responses. Rearrange it to how it will sound good or like a story. Example Hands are there to pick you back up there to pick up the broken pieces of you Hands held each other as each person prayed in their way My hands lift you from your sorrow and lift you to see the sun your heart will lift up with happiness. Hands turn into fists pounding to see who is better one day turning into pounding for help but no one answers Hands are shaking wondering what is next Hands pick up after the rumble of the broken pieces trying to piece them back togethe...