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Sitting in Spilt Ink unveils new manifesto

I’ve been blogging at Sitting in Spilt Ink since I was 16. I’m 23 now. The blog has been dormant for some time now—almost a year. It started as an accident. I was overwhelmed with life and school, and I just didn’t make blogging a priority. But I didn’t have the motivation to blog either; it didn’t feel like there was a purpose behind it.

Excuse the red tongue. I had a sore throat and was eating cough drops.

In the past year, I also had some complicated health issues that made really knocked Sitting in Spilt Ink off my priority list. While dealing with those issues, I was finishing my master’s in integrated marketing communications. I graduated in May, and I was the recipient of the award for excellence in my program. Soon after, I left an spent a month in Denver, Colorado, where I completed a graduate certification program in book publishing from the Denver Publishing Institute.

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On Writing, Thoughts

Word Wednesday: Travesty


This Wednesday’s word is: Travesty (noun): a false, absurd, or distorted representation of something. (verb) represent in a false or distorted way

The challenge? Use this in some form of your writing this week. Whether it’s a poem, short story, a chapter, or an article, slip this word in, and then tag Sitting in Spilt Ink in it on Twitter (@Spiltinkblog) for a chance to be featured on the site! 

On Writing, Thoughts

Word Wednesday


This Wednesday’s word is: Tranquil (adjective): free from disturbance. 

The challenge? Use this in some form of your writing this week. Whether it’s a poem, short story, a chapter, or an article, slip this word in, and then send your piece to me. I’d love to read what you come up with! 


Ink and Pen and Words

It began

With misplaced, commas,

            Capital Letters Where They Weren’t Needed

Creative descriptive words

But no proofreading.



I forgot that, too.

Critical lens after critical lens.

Words, words, words.

“Use strong words”
I thought they were. Oops.

I need to sound more convincing.

            I need to give more perspective.

                        I need.

I need to write.

Creative. Formal. Classwork. Homework.


            Smile, you’re making it better.

            You’re shaping it.

            It’s your craft, writing, that is.

                        You’ve evolved.

Freshman: not quite.

Sophomore: not strong.

Junior: getting there.

Senior: beautiful.

There’s still so much to learn, though.

The pen never stops teaching.

It teaches lessons,

Simple and extravagant.

Ink teaches skill and forces thought.

It took years to understand why people write,

            Although you’ve always loved to do so yourself.

Working at this craft makes a pool of imagination

            With swirling colors and textures

            Character names and stories, in some cases,

                        a journalistic sense

Continue to work. Not only for a future,

But for love of pen and ink. And stories galore.

It began with misplaced commas and capital letters where they weren’t needed.

But, sometimes, I still forget to proofread.