writer’s block
I spent a long time looking for the right prompt. in the end I just wasn’t feeling any of them. So that’s what I wrote about. Hopefully, my muse and I will back at it next week… I stared and stared at the blank page, the cursor blinking impatiently at me. I’d been sitting at my computer for hours. If this had been just a few years earlier, there would be an overflowing wastebasket at my side. As…
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Actors always say that being themselves, is the hardest role to play. I think the same can be said for me. Fiction comes easy for me, as I slip into the mind of my characters. Getting into my own head however, is a completely different story. Every few months I decide that I really have too many things to say.
So I log into livejournal or wordpress and I try to get my thoughts organized. I sit…
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A coworker once stamped her feet and exclaimed, “I was into vampires before Twilight. I bet these kids have never even heard of Buffy.”
I, of course, replied. “I was into vampires long before Buffy.”
She horrified me, by telling me that she had been in middle school when Buffy came out.
I can’t say what got me started. I remember growing up, loving all things vampire and werewolf. Everything from…
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This was a bit of an experiment. I’m sure the grammar nazis will have much to say about my punctuation. I’m still one week behind my weekly challenge… “Omg girl, where have you been?” “You’re not going to believe this. So, I was having a salad at that sidewalk café on Main St,” “Oh, did you have that one with the kale and quinoa?” “No, I like the one with the spinach and strawberry vinaigrette.”…
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reblog to give a lesbian a cup of hot chocolate
Inspired by yesterday’s storm “Water dripped from the trees as if the world was a wet rag wrung out and hung to dry.”
“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
omfg i forgot that i never showed tumblr my greatest achievement. my pride and joy, my pi-ass de résistance
She stepped off the train and peered around her, unsure of where she was. It was what she wanted, but the feeling of doubt is not so easily shaken off.
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