Silence. Muffled, echoing voices singing yuletide songs. Silence. Smothered, trodding footsteps in the light crunch of snow. Silence. Dimmed, crackling flickers of a soft grated flame. Silence. Measured, rhythmic turning of a well worn page. Silence. Hushed, intimate whispers of a loved one's voice. Silence. Stilled, passing time in the winter frozen world.
There's so many thoughts I cannot put into words. Sometimes the struggle is in finding an original way to express thoughts already spoken: the happiness of a bright sunflower in the summer, the melancholy of toy in the rain, the butterflies in the stomach and heart in your throat for nerves. We know what to … Continue reading Poetic Struggle
In many ways, writing still feels like a need that's intrinsic to my nature. But, external forces have been removed. Writing is no longer a forced activity rubrics and due dates, but a chosen form of expression.
As children Prince James and I played in the courtyard together. We were unlikely friends, the second born son of a king and the only son of the castle sorceress, but we spent every day together since we were scarcely out of the nursery. He, as a second son, had few royal responsibilities, and I … Continue reading Iron, Green, and Gold: A Frog Prince Re-telling Part 1
7 days of writing, complete! That's write (pun/typo intended), I worked on my writing every day this week, even while on vacation. I'll admit, I had my fears that travel would get in the way, but I was clearly wrong. I'll admit, I cheated a bit. I gave myself a pass for just jotting down … Continue reading November Writing Challenge: 1 week update
I'm not ready to talk about some things. There are some parts of my life that I still can't bring myself to talk about- at least, not in a serious way. It's one thing to make a joke hinting at that hidden darkness, but it's another thing to open the curtains and expose it to … Continue reading Do You Want to Talk About It?
Writers like to write about writing, and readers like to read about reading. Look, I don't make the rules- I'm just making an observation. I know it's true, because I am both of these people. This realization struck me me as I spent 20 minutes trying to find the perfect book about the history of … Continue reading The Literary Crowd is Meta
I am not a wine expert. I don't know anything about grapes, vintages, or the fermenting processes. There will be no high-end wines from famous vineyards, and there will be no technical terminology in this list. I simply enjoy a cheap and delicious bottle of wine from time to time, and am tired of pretentious … Continue reading A Basic Bitch’s Favorite Wines
Inspired by the Pintrist prompt: "Write what he said about the coffee" "It's cold." He said it blandly, an observation rather than a complaint. It was a short sentence. A mere two words about a cup of coffee after a stony 16 hours of silence. "Should I warm it for you?" I asked, careful to … Continue reading A Cold Cup
I was chosen to work on the development team for a new product at work. In February the company I work for decided to launch a new product, and I was chosen to be part of the team to go beta test it. By April, my department head and the head of product development asked … Continue reading Summer Time Stress: How I’m Handling New Project Madness
Bringing Mae Flowers 