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The musings and rants of a wannabe writer.
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  • 02/28/16--17:00: A Love Story. Of Sorts.
  • She was coming off the death of a tainted love. She rebuilt and survived and made it out; barely at times. She had seen dark days and light dance in children’s eyes. She valued others while learning not to let it consume. She realized who she was and who she would be were entirely contingent

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  • 03/05/16--18:36: Snippets…
  • Because by sharing pieces of my book, it’ll encourage me to keep going, here’s a snippet from my timeline entry style book that’s needed to take this long to write, but hopefully I’ll finish some day. September 8, 2013 The call lasted for hours. The grape juice and vodkas I’d downed helped the process. But

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  • 05/03/16--17:36: Light My Fire
  • Life scurries by us like a child who has stolen a cookie; rushes by like traffic during our commute home. It passes us during the hours we count down through our daily life. We live in a flurry of responsibilities, obligations and sometimes just functioning to make it to the next day. As I dwell

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  • 05/22/16--16:46: Sweet Child O’ Mine
  • I took a picture today. An idyllic, charming spring time portrait of a child’s whimsy. The kind of picture that you share and know becomes a moment of blue skies. I didn’t share the photo, because it was forcing a moment. I was looking for something after struggling and it lacked substance and accuracy of

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  • 06/09/16--19:21: Life –
  •     What are you doing with your dash? If you know me, you assume I mean that completely inappropriately. But this time I don’t. A good friend helped me see the side of this thought. Good friends are your heart. Your saving grace. Your life jacket. Your dash is the point between the beginning

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  • 08/14/16--18:46: A View from the Fork
  • I’m writing and re-writing this opening sentence, as it tends to be the springboard for the streaming rambling of my thoughts. My attempt at proper characterization of emotions is indicative of their actual definition. A gray area, written and re-written. Backspaced and re-typed. I’m tired. I’ve said it more than people probably want to hear.

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  • 09/07/16--16:00: Untitled
  • She sighed as she realized she’d always known, there would just come a point where she took ownership of the knowledge. How she could possibly have been missing the story, when she was the story.

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  • 10/15/16--07:30: An Unresolved Ending
  • Sometimes when we get broken in increments, we don’t realize until much later how decimated we actually are. How much our survival skills are what we’ve been living on. Grazing the surface, floating through our days without the inner passion we once had. The emotion overflowing as we were prone to in the past. I

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  • 10/28/16--12:10: The Next Generation
  • I’m piecing this together from words I’ve said and expressed recently and it just seemed as though I’ve said so much, it was worthy of sharing. Every damn thing we do stitches together another piece of what our life will mean to us. And what we can handle and who we want to be. You

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  • 04/02/17--07:56: Throwing Down a Rope
  • My therapist asked me once what would happen if I ever found myself bored. And not in the simplest aspect of the word; but in a lack of chaos. An absence of turmoil and pain, at least on a regular basis. If you know me, or have read my entries, you know I’ve encountered some

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  • 06/27/17--15:13: Parks and Puppies
  • The more things change, the more they stay the same. As another birthday passes, I tend to have high hopes in that this is the year I get my shit together. Sometimes I feel like I have most of it at least contained, but for a good portion of the time, it’s still the same