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Potentially, for the first time in my professional life, I took the summer off from — doing things. It was a season of no obligations for anything beyond my 9 to 5, while watching through Netflix in the evenings. Previous to this unusual choice, I was offered placement for a career change at a local college – not teaching – and decided that I needed to focus on one thing at a time for a moment – though I didn’t know what a moment meant at the time. It took months, but I learn

Can we talk about how I have all these posts going for this blog, but I cannot find the time to settle and finish them between my career and all my beloved projects. Anyway, here’s to goals this week! Which one would you like to see completed? xx Kristin #writing #BlogContributor #writingabook #writer #career #Socialmedia #Publishing #riverrampress #workethic #Shortstory #creativewriting #ghostwriter #personal #lifeexperiences #experience #KristinBergene #press #Business #pro

River Ram Press: Weekly Writing Prompt… ‘Write a letter to someone, or something, that’s been trapped in your mind, be it fictional or personal.’ It shouldn’t be this hard, but it is. I want to blame you, but you’re brilliant. You are something that should be shared and honored by all who meet you. There are people who need you and it’s up to me to make the introduction. Even I am humbled by your message and I want to be introduced to you in your majesty. But that’s not how l

Such is life -and it’s a pretty good one. xx, Kristin #rainyday #writing #AdaptationTeam #contributor #BlogContributor #writingabook #writer #career #Socialmedia #prose #laptop #work #workethic #creativewriting #ghostwriter #novelwriting #lifeexperiences #experience #projects #fellowwriters #writersdesk #Employment #fiction #Ambitions #inspiration #kitchentable #notebooks #fantasy

Since my first love, I’ve wondered if it was possible to have a truly vanilla romance as a writer. A writer can only know the world with highest levels of empathy and acceptance as they are always immersed in the lives of others in the books they read, and the stories they write. If a writer works honestly to complete a fiction on a drug addict or someone in a tough situation, they have to fall into that voice without restraint. The most likely result of this immersion will r

I’ve so much to write that I could sit in silence for days and still have more to work on. Articles, novels, new copy for the website, blog posts and just the need to expel creativity with pen and paper. I’ve been spending more time in my personal journal than anything else. I just want to have more to say here, a bit of prose – and I can’t find the time. It saddens me when my blog goes silent for weeks at a time – but as I’ve been sitting at my desk writing for hours and sti

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Snapshots. That’s how he got up here. The green duffle bag had been under his bed. Already packed, though not well. How was he supposed to prepare himself? Not like college, where the unexpected was still vaguely expected. Condoms, bottle openers and loads of pens for the studying bit. Even when he moved into his own place, several blocks down the road from his mom; his books, his suits and the grey satin sheets that made him feel like the man he wanted to become. But for som

Many people told me not to watch past Season 8 of Supernatural – but I’m so glad I did. This scene alone found a way to trigger the writer inside me and bring me back into my story. The soundtrack to this scene alone! Here we go… xx, Kristin #writing #writer #motivation #supernatural #inspiration #fallingangels

I stare at my knees. My lost day has been given back to me. Carol comes to check my pulse. She sticks the thermometer in my ear, sets my body back against the pillows and under the covers but I’m not in the room. I’m sitting under an afternoon sun, next to my pond. My skin warming, only to cool from the soft breeze. The birds spin tales of summer. I’m remembering Sam’s fingers as they run up my arm. Hotter than the sun. He begs me for a release. I stroke his cheek. I listen t

Nights like this. But one last pint to pour. And, with the glass in her fingers, she moves. Bites her lip, as she grins for the golden beer sparkling in the glass. If it has to end – she slams the pint on the bar, a giggle slips past her lips as the head foams over her hand. He raises his eyebrows. The question’s there, but instead of asking, he hands over his credit card, “And one for yourself, darling.” “Oh, and I need it, sir.” With a wink she spins, finishing the account.

We sit at the wooden bench closest to the boatyard. The congestion of the city a few blocks beyond the back door of The Net can’t reach us here. The gulls, the occasional squeak of boat meeting dock, or groan of a taught rope is the soundtrack to our lunch. So pleased. “If it didn’t take forever to get out here, I’d come every day. We’re already down to forty minutes.” “We’ll get back in time. You’ll make sure of it.” “If they’re quicker than last time.” Jessica pulls out a p

Boots skid through the skinny puddles of beer on the red floor. Dancing as the music’s turned up with the last set of the band. Stepping with the beat, she dances. Shifts and spins behind the bar with a smile. The power of alcohol drives away thoughts of tomorrow and gives a genuine light to her strut as she points to the next man behind the bar. She has the key now. His voice faint in the bar’s Friday night noise, but lips read clear. She knows her job. Pour the beer and mak

Great quote shared with me by a great friend and fellow writer, Sebastian Eklund. xx, Kristin #fellowwriters #quotes #writer #WriterResources

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For anyone who knows anything about me, it’s evident that I am a very entrepreneurial sort of person. While I may not have an MBA, I always like to have a project to keep my skills fresh and my career progressing. The latest venture I find myself part of is the development of a new boutique publishing company, River Ram Press. I did repost our blog introduction to the world, but for those who missed it: Welcome to the Blog of River Ram Press. I am very excited about this new

Sometimes, I forget that the whole point of me… That the whole point of this… Is to write. It’s a horrible thing to admit, but when you are first out there trying to find a sliver of a path in the dark, the things you value the most begin to fall the to the bottom of your knapsack. Right now, as I frantically work out where I’m headed, what I’m doing and attempt to find a direction, I have this nagging feeling that I have something that will make everything okay, but I can’t