Writer Who Specializes in Content Editing, Ghostwriting, Memoirs, Freelance Writing, Articles and Blog Posts
Lisa Tomey has been writing ever since she took to the pencil, really getting a true taste at the age of 11 when she was inspired by her 6th grade teacher to keep participating in Creative Writing. Her class participated in an anthology of poetry and shared poetry in the various forms they had been studying.
While poetry is Lisa's favorite writing style, she has also written short stories, prose, memoirs, fiction and non-fiction. As a professional, she wrote plays for use in grade schools. She has also written many presentations and speeches for her work. Many years ago, Lisa was bitten by the puppetry bug and created puppets and wrote plays to present with her family at church and for herself to use in the local library. She is currently working on a book about creating puppet plays and including many of the plays she has written. As a college student, specializing in journalism, Lisa wrote for her college paper and illustrated her own and other's work. As you can see, writing has infiltrated about every facet of Lisa's life, early on.
Publications have included: Contributing Author to the former magazine The Tarheel, with the memoir "The Man Who Makes The Soldier," a dedication to her father CMSGT Max Tomey, USAF retired, who served on the USS North Carolina BB55. This followed an extensive interview with her father which was just before his struggle with Alzheimer's Disease.
Worship Resources-Allow the Spirit to Fill You, 2006-2006 Herald Publishing House, Contributing Author.
Ghostwriter for a book about Alzheimer's Disease, published in 2011
Various projects to include submission of blog and articles for a jewelry website, writing descriptions for the same site for internet promotions, articles and blurbs as a ghostwriter.
Lisa has also written several resumes, provided content editing services, reviewed many publications and provided consultation to other writers.
How I hate those poets who rise at dawn to write a couple hours before work— Wallace Stevens especially, Emperor of Ice-Cream, my ass! You’re not the only one with a day job.
And don’t get me started on Ted Kooser, who should be staying up late in the flatlands to watch the milky way flow instead of drinking dawn from a bucket some early bird probably pooped in.
My muse sleeps in a bottle and does not awake until neon lights buzz. She inspires the moon and I do her bidding beneath flickering televisions, whipping a ballpoint to get every last drop.
The only time you’ll see me in the stark morning light is if I’ve had to walk home drunk and forgotten the way.
Holding On
As the soft skin of your leg conceals the strength of your thigh, I lean in close to hear…
Happy TTOT and Fourth of July celebration week! May you have at least a virtual celebration with fireworks and all! Only, this year, you will need a mask and social distancing. Looks like some with do this with parking and watching and others will do it virtually. Be safe and mindful and it should go well.
Opportunities to expand my reach. It’s a secret, but suffice it to say I have been given an opportunity to delve into something which I am familiar, but at another level of responsibility. It is exciting.
Editing. I am editing a horror/murder mystery and it’s crawling my skin, but it is also very good in that it is crawling my skin and piquing my curiosity. Except, I know what happens and woooo weeee! That’s all I gotta say about that.
Did you know it is World Watercolor Month? I found out about it in the Poet’s Connection meetup last Saturday. Here’s the LINK for info. I may get out my paints and give it a shot. Daily prompts are not likely to be my thing, but I can work on a project I have put off.
4. Poet’s Connection Meetup has been going well. We met last Saturday and it always makes me smile to get together with poets. We talked about Sonnets and shared some we wrote or found.
5. Daughter is back to volunteering. There are mom rules and thrift store rules she has to follow. She does love to do the work and right now her own job is slow. I am grateful she has this productive way to spend her time.
6. Tax season will be over July 15. With the exception of extension, that is. So, there is light at the end of the calculator.
7. Poetry Dive – I have participated in another Poetry Dive for the month of June. It is like a family reunion with this group as many of us are returning poets. Fortunately, I stay connected through other groups members are a part of and have become social media friends so we can stay connected. It is always sad to see it end. That means good things happened.
8. The IRS…huh? Yes, you heard me right! I am grateful that for the first time in a good while I was able to reach the IRS and talk to a real person about a matter. I feel answered and listened to and all is well.
9. Books. I am grateful to be able to read. It’s a blessing and I have several on a pile to dig into.
10. You! How are you doing? Won’t you join us with virtual S’Mores? Sit by the campfire and swap some yarns…
In the past couple of weeks-via Meetup-I have participated in Writing Sprints. It’s a pretty cool way to get things done, especially when you get sidetracked, like I do. It is not a new concept for me, but I had not participated in one in ages. A couple of writers and I were doing them consistently, but life changes and all, we departed. It’s all good, though. Recently, at a TAF Talks presentation by Donna Gephart, I learned about how she writes 25 minutes and then takes short breaks, then back to writing. So, I found the Sprints listed on Meetup and gave it a shot. They operate pretty much like that, too. And this morning, I searched on YouTube and there are live sprints. You can note in chat if you want to say something on there. I like the Zoom or Google meetings better so you can have more interaction. But, the YouTube option can be helpful, too. There’s one this month for NANOWRIMO for the summer camp version.So, thought I would share about these resources. It helped me and may be helpful to you.
I see the candle flickering in the shadows, the sweet smell of jasmine arouses my thirst for sensual lovemaking. I sit alone in this dark stone cottage nesting in the hills of autumn. The trees are shedding the security of their warmth, of the cold winter that is approaching. I sit all lazy and dazed. I dream of walking hand in hand with the beautiful man I adore, step by step, crunching and crushing the red, brown, and orangey leaves.
The sound of the lambs The tweet tweet tweeting birds sing From my garden swing
Embrace the Reality
Today I feel alive. There’s someone at my door. My heart joining the tapping of every knock. I open the door wide just like the look in my eyes. It’s him, he is here, he’s finally come. I wrap myself around him and embrace him tenderly. We are lost in…
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