Poem for a Writer

May you always remember the thrill of being swept away by a good book,

May the words you’re typing on the page be as worthy as the words running through your mind,

May your deadlines be behind you,

May a good story lie ahead of you,

And as you go forth…

May you always enjoy the journey to finding those perfect words!


Next Writer’s Block Meeting

Hi Everyone, I am a local author in Ajax Christine Iliadis. I have published, ‘Paradox of Freedom’. I am inviting Writers of any caliber to an open session where we all come together as a writing community to discuss writing stumbling blocks, provide encouraging feedback over a coffee on Wed Feb 8th@7 pm at the Ajax Library main branch on 55 Harwood avenue. It’s from 7-8:30 and please bring a notebook, pen and a fellow writer that you know. All my sessions are free.

Will you be able to make it this Wednesday? contact me: https://www.facebook.com/groups/christineswritersblock/


First ‘Writer’s Block’ Meeting


Join author Christine Iliadis and other novice writers at this informal support group where you can share current projects, provide encouraging feedback and discuss the publishing journey.

Register online: www.facebook.com/groups/christineswritersblock/

Program Location: Ajax Library – Main Branch
Next Session: Wednesday, January 11, 2017 – 7:00pm
Running Time: 2 Hours
Sessions to follow: Every 2nd Wednesday of every month
Wednesday, February 8, 2017 – 7:00pm
Wednesday, March 8, 2017 – 7:00pm
Wednesday, April 12, 2017 – 7:00pm

Excuse Me While I Kiss the Sky!

As I gazed up at the sky while sitting on my deck, sipping a cup of coffee, waiting for a stroke of genius to finally fill that place where the cursor once flashed at me from my laptop. It occurred to me that the parallelism between being a writer and the mighty sky is overwhelming. The sky is my safe haven. So while others try to reach it; I will kiss it!

A Writers struggle is as endless as the sky. We cope with poverty as we write our first draft of our masterpiece. Then we are faced with self-criticism as we edit our own work realizing that nothing is as it seems and our passion is as unending as the sky itself. This is similar to how we strive to complete the best query for a potential publisher, only to have it rejected. Our persistence must be fierce, relentless and inexhaustible as is the sky.

Writers must have a universal abundance of imagination as there is a universal abundance of sky that encompasses our Earth. The creativity that flows from a writer has to be unlimited in order for infinite possibilities to surface. We need to be able to have timeless determination as we face the challenges of cycles that we go through as a writer between writer’s block and negative reactions from others’. We must be persistent as the sky persists to accept dusk till dawn cycles with timeless repetition.

As a Writer, I want to dig deeper into the feelings and impressions that the sky’s ambiance releases. Every time that I look up at the sky it gives me a sense of inner freedom and tranquility. Sunrise greets me with a kiss on the cheek a waiting the eventful and productive day that is about to unfold.

It’s daytime splendor when a blue sky above offers a happy sensation of bliss when the sunshine glistens off of every one of God’s creations casting off impeccable beauty.

On a rainy day, I feel an obligatory duty to curl up with a good book with a soft, fluffy blanket and a steamy hot cup of coffee. Anticipation awaits as I am greeted with unique characters with every page that I turn. Each chapter is as inviting as each day that greets me.

Sunset is majestic with the shades of pinks, oranges, and reds that present a sense of romantic emotions that make us feel vulnerable to its magnitude. As night approaches a peaceful lull cascades that side of the Earth as every life form cools and relaxes.

Whether or not the city sleeps, the overwhelming sense of our Creator embraces us regardless the cycle. So you can see the many similarities between the sky and a writer. The sky welcomes every moment with a kiss so excuse me while I kiss the sky.  

By Christine Iliadis