On Writing…. 5/31/18

Just some of my writings…could go somewhere or not. I totally don’t know where this one is headed.

Blue Ain’t Your Color
“What do you mean?” I could see him staring at his drink across the room. He ignored my question as much as my stare. “I just cancelled all my plans for this trip that you promised we would take.”
He took a sip with a heavy, slow swallow. “I don’t think it’s the right time for us to leave town right now.”
“No.” I threw my keys on the glass table. “You just don’t want to distance yourself from the other girl.” I’d known he was cheating on me for the past two weeks. I just hadn’t wanted to believe it.
He dismissed my statement by looking out the window and refusing to reply.
“So that’s the way this is going to play out?” I looked around the apartment. We had only lived here for three months. It was going to suck paying the rent by myself. “I think you should leave.”
That got Adam’s attention. He finally turned fully around and faced me. “As in move out?”
I looked him over. God, he was gorgeous. And the sex was still good. I was going to miss his body. “Yes. I think you should move out.” Go mooch off your other woman. I didn’t want to turn this conversation ugly. He wasn’t worth my energy. I grabbed my purse and picked my keys back up. “I’ll give you the night to get your stuff out.” I didn’t think I could face the apartment all alone tonight, anyway. Continue reading

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Inside My Journal…5/27/18

Snippets from my secret side… Is it a recent entry or from years ago…does it matter?

I still can’t tell whether I’m okay or not. Am I happy? What is happy? I am lazy, unmotivated, tired, lazy, fat, slobbish, but am I unhappy? I can’t tell because i can’t feel!

I haven’t attempted to do something I’m afraid to do. Does that make me weak? Fearful? Or just not adventurous?

Notes From A Writer: The Creative Process

creative processA BLAST FROM THE PAST

I LOVE reading my notes, journal entries, and such from the past. I see where I was and where I am and see GROWTH. Here is something from days gone by.

I learned ‘today’ that I have a prequel to the book I am currently writing. It is amazing the things your characters whisper to you late at night, or while driving on the expressway, or while you are making yourself a PB&J. My protagonist for my current novel told me something last night around midnight after I had shut down my computer and turned off my writing lamp. He said, “I had a mother. She was a princess. Her story is just as important as mine.”

What does that mean for me? A number of things…  Continue reading