The Writing Personality.... or, what makes me tick?

Funny what you can learn from a personality test like the Myers-Briggs. Even funnier when the results of the test are put into context with your chosen career path. According to the test I fall in the INTJ category, Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging. Though, my "T" is only 25%, so I could also lean in the INFJ category, Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging--- guess it depends on my mood that day.

To put things in terms of writing, there are some wonderful articles written by Andrea J. Wenger, who uses the characteristics of each personality type to explain what it means to be that "type" of writer. So, here is my INTJ personality. And here is my INFJ personality.

Now, if I could just figure out how to harness the plus side of each type, then I'd be on my way.....

BTW, in case you're wondering.... I scored 100% introvert, 56% judging, 38% intuitive...... like anybody's surprised by that introvert score......

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A-Z Reflections, year 4....

A-Z blogging challenge for 2014 has come and gone, seemingly without my realizing it. And, though I fell behind once or twice toward the end, I finished this year's challenge right on time. Really, I can't believe it's already over. I feel like I just finished my post for letter A... Year 4, for this blogger, was a far cry from the tortured state of despondency that was most of Year 3 -- I'll not mention the irony of this year's focus on death being easier to blog about than last year's foray into supernatural creatures, we'll leave that for my therapy sessions *ahem* As always, A-Z brought with it, not only 26 days of unbridled and far-reaching knowledge (disguised as entertaining and thought-provoking blog-posts), but a chance to connect with new faces while reconnecting with familiar faces--who had perhaps drifted away--from A-Z's past. I am always amazed by the ingenuity and inspiration that comes from lumping a couple thousand folk...

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

Battle Storm...

Storm's coming, war's brewing, rolling clouds choke the light, Cannon's rumble, bodies tumble, exploding stars steal the night. The heavens clap, the battle's snap, sinking deep the wounded fall, The lightning's spark, the thunder's hawk, drinking in the warring pall. Soldiers crawl, the ranks sprawl, beneath the wall of death, Eyes clenched tight, in teeth-bared fight, bequeathed their final breath.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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