What if I wrote something different? Like if I just wrote what I'm thinking Instead of getting all fancy schmancy With my flourishes from college.
So the other day, A friend asked on a Facebook group, Some questions about sex. I was SO excited. I love sex. I am good at sex. It's cool. I had answers for questions, I had all kinds of things to say, And then I said, Haha maybe I should start a blog about sex... Continue Reading →
Last week, during my weekly reading time, I was reading a biography of a creative non-fiction writer. The talked about how they got started writing, and the most important element of their story was the Writer's Market Deluxe Edition. A couple days later, I was researching how to get a children's book published. The children's... Continue Reading →
Dear Little Emma,My precious little girl, prettiest thing I've ever seen. I'm here to tell you about your daddy. He's come at a time I thought you would never be. I stopped wanting to see you, so the pain wouldn't eat me alive. I dreamed you last night and I couldn't even breathe. You are the... Continue Reading →
Leonard: "Why does someone have to die...in your book?" Virginia: "Someone has to die in order that the rest us should value life more...it's contrast" Leonard: "And who will die?"... Virginia: "The poet will die. The visionary." It was one of those when somehow everything is perfectly beautiful and wonderful. A trap suffocated the joy... Continue Reading →
Every once in a while I'll feel like the whole world lights up and suddenly I write pages and pages and I feel like someday I'll make it, but then I blink and it fades away, and then I feel guilty for letting it. And I want to live on the edge, just to be awake.... Continue Reading →
What if I don't want to write about the Simple Things? What if my Muse doesn't talk about the fields of grain Or the perfect romance, or who know what else they talk about now. There's those people with record deals and they talk about how miserable they are in love. What if I don't... Continue Reading →