November is ending. While this brings me closer to VACATION and FUN, it also brings me to the end of NaNoWriMo…. My grand total of words is so grand, I am not repeating it on here. In my honest defense; Writing. Is. Haaaaardddddddddd. (imagine that word coming from a five year old as she slumps […]
(dedicated to Nick) The crisp blue air smothered her lungs. The first warning bell rang through the quad and the students trampled over the grass, a constant, moving, chattering mass. Crushed grass smelled like a tangy November. Blue, red, and vintage rag-cloth bags hung off backs like so many ladybug shells as they disappeared into classrooms. The […]
Not studying. And banging your head against a wall.
Because it’s hard. Because you’re busy. Because the words don’t come to you, because you’ll never be good enough, because you’re a worthless, hopeless, loser. I want you to pick it up again, physically or mentally. Pick up the pen, Right Now. You don’t have to write. Just hold it in your hand and feel […]
This is a game I play every time I want to get something over with, something that I’ve been procrastinating on for a while since I reeeeeeeeeallly really really don’t want to do it. It is called the 3 Minute Game. Sound simple? It is. Choose one thing that doesn’t require thought – chores, like the dishes and cleaning […]
Dreams are just dreams until you make them reality. It doesn’t matter how good or bad you are at what you want to do – go out there and do it.
Consumed Procrastination is slow. She loves strokingyour arm and pulling you close, soft, sweet. Every time she says hello, she drops another penny on your heart so that it sinks deeper and deeper, until you can’t breathe.
“The 5 Sins of Storytelling” is a free excerpt from Laurie Alberts book, “Showing and Telling”. You can get it here. http://www.writersdigest.com/how-to-write-a-story?et_mid=611179&rid=233035403 I am ashamed. My stories are a perfect example of the 5th sin – Sentimental Scenes. No shit… – He lay his hand on her head, brushing her brown locks back. The retriever leaned […]
May leaned forward to tap her head against the desk, rocking back up then down again and again. Sarah ignored her, curled up around her book on the bed. “One day,” May said into the desk. “One day, I’m gonna sit down at this desk and pure awesomeness is gonna spew from my fingertips onto the page […]
The problem with finding my glasses is that I don’t have my glasses so I can’t find my glasses.