there is no justice in this place little girl dreams get washed away with yesterday’s news and little boys are never taught that dreams can in fact come true we walk fine lines in this in between times where the end is not near but here an ending to the illusion that we are separate…
Tag: Arts
What I Need Most Is…Me (Hold the Self-Criticism)
how old were you when you first began to believe in your imperfections? when you actually started to buy into the idea that you were less than your potential…that there was something more you needed to strive to become. when did you first begin to squelch your quirks? when did you first walk past a…
sometimes i just have to say…thank you
he props me up giving the illusion that it is alone that i stand pushed forward there is no opportunity to even wave goodbye to the life i wish i had known like a wet winter morning the sun does not dawn yet behind the clouds its warmth is apparent unfrozen animated by the force that…
when your ex shows up to thanksgiving dinner…(and other memories)
i remember cherry coke kisses and santa clauses that had no beards i remember standing alone in the dark waiting impatiently for the shoe to drop as cars drove by completely unaware of the madness and chaos that brewed within it was a time when innocence seemed as valuable as it was vulnerable and belief…
what’s in a name anyway (when its fiction its all changed to protect the innocent anyway)
so i am now 17,054 words into my national novel writing month challenge. i can honestly say i had no idea i had 17,054 words worth of a story in me. i’m glad that i made the choice to take this challenge, it’s revealed much more about me to me than just words on a…
10,703 words written (its too early for a title)
its been quite a journey these last 9 days. i’m still committed to finish thought i’m about 5,000 words behind the target. here’s an exert from today’s writing: “I agreed to no pills under duress,” she called to him from the bathroom. “Duress or no, it is a verbal contract that you are bound to.”…
wtf disney is making a ‘star wars’ movie
a girl never forgets her first battleship. mine was sleek and long with blasters blaring surrounded by stars. it literally took my breath away. i don’t want disney bastardizing a franchise that opened the gateway to my love of all things science plus fiction. my skin crawls at the very idea of singing frogs &…
nanowrimo…what am i thinking
me, in all my intellectual badass-ness, has signed on for the nanowrimo challenge 2012. what. the. hell. yep, i figure with nearly 5 months of blogging under my belt a 50,000 word novel would be a cake walk and apparently a good time to boot. i have no idea what i am doing. none what…
in his words…how my grandfather remembered his mother
my father‘s father was an orphan. his mother died when he was only 3 years old. he was raised by his uncle and his wife. he was born in 1919 and his life was unimaginable. he was schooled until the 3rd grade and then sent into the coal mines to work. he used to tell…
41 reasons why a 41 year old should not attempt the NaNoWriMo challenge
i don’t have any ideas worth writing about my life is a melodrama but i can’t find the word to really put it together my mother hates when i write about her i don’t have time enough now to write a blog every night what plot? i am a character don’t know if i have…
fearfree living 