Sometimes there's a day when frustration rattles every word and sentence. It becomes a fight up a muddy hole. Chapters and ideas seem like burnt mush. And every possibility to improve a book, or start something new, melts away before I can get a decent grip. I seem blind. Frustration gains a firmer grip, and …
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A dripping thought
An offense. A challenge. A force. A torrent. A change.A death. A farce. A stillness. A drought. A silent cub. A perfect moment between the words.
Nightmares, Nightmares, Nightmares
Nightmares were quiet. They sneak like a snake with a bad attitude. Infect and steal, trap and gorge--Nightmares made Angel feel useless. Worthless, small, strung, and broken. A mind without wings, angry at the world for no reason. Angel tried not to judge, tried not to bring the worst out of people. The nightmares, though, …
The Why and Why about Writing
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, Words, words, scrambled words,Got to find a balance. Where am I? I don't know anymore. I still love writing, obviously. I still got ideas bouncing off the wall. I still put work into a novel-- That's the thought. That one has been stewing in my brain. I continue to work on a …
I just want to write.
My thoughts as of late have been a little scattered. My brain fights with my thoughts, and my body fights with my brain. It's frustrating but familiar at this point. Sometimes I can reason out of the pressure, write like a madman. Other times, I can't, and have a nothing day. I acknowledge my thoughts …
The Many
Nothing is one hundred percent. I love writing, but sometimes its hard. Which brings the regret. I get through it, I continue writing. I love a piece, I struggle with a piece, sometimes I hate a piece. But, I find a way to find value in every story as I post them. I struggle with …
Something with Feeling, Tragedy, and a little bit of Soul.
When objects break, we stick them back together. We hope they were as good as they once were, and when we can't fix it with enough effort, we find another way. Odd ways. Stupid ways. Low tech ways. Different ways. It gives us that fuzzy feeling of accomplishment. But cracks remain. The odor of a …
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Sometimes there is too much…
This has always been a neat topic, at least to me. I don't 'pride' myself in a lot of things. Just a few. And one of them is that I never seem to be out of ideas. No matter my mood I can find some play at an idea for stories. I stress, yes, and …
Just Buckle Down 