
I struggled with how I wanted to write this post. My original idea fell through but the basic one is too wonderful to pass up.
There are many different websites out there that a person can sign up and post their work for the world to read and remark on. Some use blogs like this one to post their work chapter by chapters. Often times keeping their audience more on edge than the most prolific author because with a book published author the reader have the finished book in their hand and not only one chapter. Such is the case of one blog that I have been following. Crystal Collier has been posting her book for weeks now keeping a steady pace every Tuesday with the occasional spontaneous post sometime else during the week.
I, myself, have posted my poetry on FictionPress.com for a few years now to be answered with good reviews. If you wish to take a look here is my profile page. If you do read something leave a message. I love the reviews.
Yet another idea came to me as a make up for the fallen through idea. I thought I would post a poem of mine that I have come to love and I won an award for. And just to let my readers know, this poem inspired the name of my blog!
Black Ink
The scratchy sound of pen against paper, the white-tipped feather quill balanced precariously on my ink-darkened fingers. The bottle of black ink sat next to the only lit candle. The light was warm, chasing away the eerie lonely night. The handmade paper crinkled under my hand as I turned the page. The sharp scent of the liquid wafted to my nose in contrast to the musty smell of the paper. I dipped the pen in the bottle and set the tip to the page, writing whatever came to mind. The ink ran dry and I once again immersed the pen in the dark fluid. The candlelight flickered as the flame fell low, the drying wax meeting at the bottom of the holder, before going out. The nib still gathering ink, pen still in hand. The unfinished words lost to the night.

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