Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Day Two: Nine Things About Yourself

9. I am left-handed. The nuns tried to force me to be right handed, but my mother would have none of it.
8. I’m studying to earn my Master’s in English Literature and Creative Writing.
7. My mind goes a million miles an hour, I am constantly reading or writing (See #8).
6. I have an irrational fear of escalators.
5. I lust after custom Kitchen-Aid Mixers. See why here.
4. I’m a sapiosexual being. The body part I find most attractive in another person is their mind. Looks matter not if you can’t seduce me with your mind.
3. Learning to tie rope knots is something that intrigues me right now.
2. I love the pain that comes with getting tattooed or pierced.
1. I am obsessed with men's shoulders. I don't quite know why.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Writing Challenge: Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now

10. Be genuine. Your fake friendliness is incredibly transparent. Being fake shows how little you value people including yourself.
9. Please for the love of god, stop sending me game requests on Facebook.
8. Life is difficult, but it’s also incredible. Don’t let the difficult bits make you bitter.
7. Just because I am a female doesn’t make me less intelligent. I have a brain, and I am going to use it.
6. I love you. No matter what is going on, you can always talk to me.
5. I miss you every moment of everyday. I never imagined not being able to hear your voice would be this incredibly painful. The thought you are in heaven and not here provides me little comfort. I wish I got the chance to see you before you left us.
4. As Elsa from “Frozen” sings… “LET IT GO”
3. I’m going to miss my deadline.
2. You can try to pretend you’re something you’re not, but you and I both know EXACTLY what you are.
1. I still love you with all the madness of my soul.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Monday Mouthful: Ten Day Writing Challenge

I stumbled across this ten day challenge out on the interwebs and thought it would be a good introspective exercise for the next few days. Sometimes, even though I can write thousands of words about my characters, its not so easy to talk about myself. I thought this challenge would push me to be more comfortable talking about myself.

If you are unfamiliar with it, it involves the following blog posts:

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you had never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.







Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Thoughtful Tuesday - My Life is A Book

There are two people you'll meet in your life.

One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest.

The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most.

You will meet these two people; it is a given.

It is the third that you'll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Sunday Snippet - Erasing Memories of You

I'm posting something that left my mind wandering the other night for several hours. It could turn into a new novella, full novel, or maybe just an idea that gives birth to a chapter in something I am currently working on. I think it came about partially because I've been analyzing Frankenstein by Mary Shelley in my Brit Lit class, and I was up late watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.  Do you think its ever possible to actually ache for someone so much, that when they remove themselves totally from your life, you want the memories to be gone too?




She threw away everything he ever sent. Well, almost everything. She couldn't seem to get rid of the memories. She wanted to erase them. She wanted every synapse of thought that surrounded or involved him to be permanently gone. She had loved him. She hurt him. And he had hurt her immeasurably. She thought he loved her, but now she knew perhaps he didn't.

He insisted they remain friends so he could console himself with the knowledge she was still breathing, but suddenly he broke that promise and disappeared. Gone. Just like that. No hint that he was done. Just gone as if he never existed. He was out of her life as though she never meant a thing. Despite all promises on both sides all that was left was the day in and day out torturous thoughts. The smarmy phone taunted her. No text. No calls. No goodbye. No closure. An endless stream of waiting, wishing, and hoping he would contact her.

Couldn't she find someone willing to play Dr. Frankenstein and meddle with her mind? She ached for those memories to be erased. She wasn't asking for a lot, just about four months worth of proclamations of love, of shared desires, of feeling as though someone actually understood her.  If Clementine could do it in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, why couldn't she? She would change her name to Lacuna, move somewhere else, and never have to ache again for what would never be.

Monday, March 24, 2014

Book Review: Love's True Second Chance by Jeff Dawson


Normally, most of the books I read for review are genre fiction, but when I had the chance to read a memoir about a second chance at love, I couldn’t pass it up.

Jeff Dawson’s Love’s True Second Chance is a poignant glimpse at love and redemption. The author’s conversational style sweeps you into the story from the first moments. Dawson’s anecdotes about the time spent with his high school sweetheart are heartwarming. If you are a fan of real-life love stories, I recommend adding Love’s True Second Chance to your reading list.  

You can find Jeff Dawson on Amazon 
 
From the Author:
After Debbie passed, I asked her girls if they would like for me to chronicle the short time their mom and I spent together. In thirty years, the total time was twenty-five months. But it was an amazing twenty-five months. They agreed to the idea. They thought it would be a wonderful tribute to their mom and they might even learn a few stories about her. And learn they did.
I'll admit, it was tough reconstructing our years in high school. Everything was going well until I went off to college. Our relationship went downhill rapidly. Despite not being very happy, no, really pissed off, I never could forget her. 
One of the most important lessons I learned when we reunited was, we were brought together when we needed each other the most. I will always cherish and remember the short time we were allowed to share each others lives. 
 
 
 


Friday, March 21, 2014

Friday Free For All: Like a Moth on the Pavement

Happy Friday! I've decided to start sharing some of my short stories and poems I've been writing in my degree classes, and at the same time I've been itching to try out Wattpad, so I am killing two birds with the proverbial one stone and posting a new short or poetry piece every Friday. I think short stories are a great way to get my creative juices flowing, and also to provide you with a taste of my writing style.

This week's offering is about a college-aged girl, Colleen who finds herself in a position she didn't expect.

Here is the few sentences and if you would like to read more click the link below:

“What the hell is wrong with the doors?” Jace tossed his usual Marlboro Menthols on the register belt and stared, interrupting my Friday night penance at the express register.  Most nights Jace left me alone, and I ignored that he watched me from the office’s one-way glass. 

His green eyes flicked over me, settling on my name tag. “I’m calling maintenance, but hell if I am waiting around. Neither are you

The stifling air seeped into the temperature controlled purgatory, making the automatic doors stick. I was melting; from the humid air or the heat radiating from his gaze I couldn’t be sure.

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