Avant-Garde Writer – Poem


Avant-Garde Writer

By Talin Mari


I write in the dark like the avant-garde,

Moving from café to café without regard.

With my coffee cup always on my side,

I write feverishly throughout the night.


My dreams and ambitions floating about,

One word at a time I think is only allowed.

Chaos forms as I think of the past times,

Write, write, write them all in these lines.


No longer caring about a given structure,

I am the avant-garde destined to revolt.

The rhymes becomes non-existent here,

As I realize that it is I that am the change.


Rise up and create your own destination,

Be your own life’s unconventional rebel.

These are the thoughts that run rampant,

As I write in the dark like an avant-garde.


Poetry, My Muse – Feeling Your Writing


Many times, it can be hard to focus my energy on writing. With all the distractions in any given day, how can it be possible to sit at a desk and type? It can become restrictive at times and, undeniably, unproductive. I found that writing poetry has been my greatest tool to keep me focused. It helps me feel my story and my characters. It is my muse as I describe in my poem below.

Poetry, My Muse
By Talin Mari

If poetry is my muse,
My pen is my guide,
My heart is the story,
My pain is the plot.

If poetry is my muse,
Characters live in dreams,
Mystical worlds appear,
Creativity meets reality.

If poetry is my muse,
Love stories are imagined,
Abuse is violently dreaded,
Kindness is only rewarded.

If poetry is my muse,
My words become stories,
My thoughts become real,
My feelings become people.

Katrina’s Diary – Entry 6 (Fantasy Fiction)


This diary depicts fictional events that have occurred a year prior to “The Diamond Guardians”© by Talin Mari… coming soon

November 20

My mom spent the entire day crying today.  As I walked in to her room this morning, she was sculpting away with tears in her eyes.  I sat on her bed trying to console her, but I also started to cry.  I miss my father.  I know she misses him as much as I do.

I really couldn’t do much.  My mom spent her day in her room sculpting her tears into unique creations.  I spent my day in my room too.  I was too heartbroken to go outside and explore.  I can’t believe he hasn’t been with us for three months now.  I keep waiting for my dad to open the living room door, but I know that will never happen.

*Katrina is a fictional character in The Diamond Guardians by Talin Mari, to be released.   All entries for Katrina’s Diary are the property of the author, Talin Mari.  Events in the diary have fictionally occurred a year prior to the events depicted in the young adult fantasy fiction book, The Diamond Guardians by Talin Mari.  Twitter @TalinMariWriter, www.talinmari.com, www.talinmariblogs.com, Facebook Fan Page: Talin Mari – Writer.

Slow Down! Another Writing Obstacle?



Uncontrollable circumstances always seem to haunt our daily lives.  A person may be walking in to work, later to find out that he was part of a companywide layoff.  Another person may go in to work to find out that the merger, unexpectedly, caused her to get a promotion due to her breadth of knowledge.  These are just a few of the infinite number of situations that we deal with constantly.  I wish I could say that we live in a utopia, but that would be a falseness in and of itself. 

Writing a story or a novel presents itself with similarities to the impossible turn of events that we face in our daily lives.  At first, with more enthusiasm than ever, the tentative outline is complete.  It is tentative because that outline seems to change so many times as the characters in the story become more real in one’s imagination and the initial outline seems to be irrelevant.  An unexpected rewrite of the outline occurs and one proceeds to write the novel.

Then, the most horrific event occurs: the blank out or, perhaps, the burn out!  Midway through the completion of the story, just as everything seems to be perfectly aligned, the picture story in one’s mind seems to end.  One rereads the previous chapters to recreate the pictures that seem to help the story move along.  Nothing happens.  The muse is gone, just like a person finding out that they are out of a job and he no longer has a place to go for work.  It’s a moment of sorrow, a moment of loss.  What does one do?  The feeling of loss turns into a feeling of separation.  A brief moment away from the writing is needed to bring back the muse. 

Once the muse returns, it becomes a race to the finish line.  When will the story end?  Another rewrite of the story outline becomes a necessity; however, the ending always seems to stay the same.   The characters become real.  Rereads of the various sections of the story seem to flow nicely with the story outline.  The story has ended.  A resolution has occurred in the story to make the story end with or without a cliff hanger, just like the unemployed worker finding a new job or the lucky merger employee learning the skills of the new position.  Everything is resolved, except for the edits, the dreaded edits….