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No one slept as they watched her mother’s breathing grow more and more shallow. All three of them held vigil …
28 Saturday Jan 2012
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No one slept as they watched her mother’s breathing grow more and more shallow. All three of them held vigil …
28 Saturday Jan 2012
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She let Brad walk her out to the car and they sat together in the back. By the time they’d …
27 Friday Jan 2012
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She picked up her suitcase to make her way into the house. The living room was just to the right …
27 Friday Jan 2012
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Muse, you’re a fickle man. You come in at all hours of the day or night, you don’t care about my feelings, and you treat me like I matter little to you. Are you there when I want you to be? Nope. Do you do what I ask you to? Nope. It’s Baby this and Baby that, but it’s never loving when I need it. This is supposed to be a relationship, right? So why won’t you put in the time to make this work? I’ll sit there, at my computer, waiting on you for hours. You don’t show up and the beautiful music we are supposed to be making together seems forced and off because I’m there all alone. I can’t get away from you though. Every time I think you’ve left and I can do it on my own, you come back and fill my life with stories and poems. Just when I think we’re good and you’re staying, you leave me unexpectedly. You’re a sick man, Muse. I wish I could quit you, but I can’t. Either come back and stay for good, or leave so I can find someone new. What we have is taking a toll on me and I really can’t take it anymore. Tell me what’s it going to be so I can move on.
Sincerely,
A Grumpy Writer
26 Thursday Jan 2012
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Walking out of the hospital was hard for Allison. She wanted to stay by her mother’s bedside for the duration, …
25 Wednesday Jan 2012
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As they passed all the old places that she used to frequent as a child, her mind transported to the …
25 Wednesday Jan 2012
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Why did landing have to be so unbearably scary? Allison pondered that question as the plane descended into Providence. Flying …
24 Tuesday Jan 2012
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My life feels like one long bout of melancholy right now, but that’s not the point of this post. The point is I’m midway through Allison’s story and I’m asking for critical feedback. I debated asking for it this time because I’m not feeling focused like I was with Isa’s story and I’m worried it might be showing. A big reason for my lack of focus is the fact that I’m writing another story at the same time (even thought I promised myself I wouldn’t). I keep telling myself that this is a rough draft, but I don’t want it to be so far into left field that people can’t follow along. So, I’m asking for feedback because I want to hear what you, the reader, think. So think your thoughts in my comment box. Thanks!!
Oh! Check out the cool progress bar I found. It can be changed in accordance with my mood and I think that one is pretty spot on. If you’d like to use the bar, go here
24 Tuesday Jan 2012
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“Ally, phone call.” Isa called from the kitchen. “One sec!” She smiled at Mr. Richards and waved him off. He …
23 Monday Jan 2012
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The reception was held at a large banquet hall that was beautifully decorated. Four columns sat at each corner of …