black wool coat and a motorcycle in the rearview mirror he kneels on the side of the road. calling whoever will answer The thought enters we could provide some help or comic relief but our actions are stalled he doesn’t need help from us does he? our options are to show concern or drive offContinue reading “Poetry Maybe. #6”
Manners Polite up until the noose couldn’t be shrugged off manners aren’t necessary in the frying pan the girl would walk along the fence while he was teaching her about poetry and music and butterflies It seemed so wonderful. Her: asking rhetorical questions Him: pouring his attention into her pitcher until there is a prickContinue reading “Poetry, Maybe. #4”
More poetry. Still writing. Hope to fill up at least one notebook this year. Comments welcome. Sort of. Just be kind. 🙂 bone sister witches bone sister witches library home and woods dangerous whispers, knowing looks metal trapped minds ducking under branches into thin air tacky neighbors peeking out of dirty kitchen windows tricky sisterContinue reading “Poetry Maybe. #3”
I did it! I finally wrote a poem. It’s only been a hundred years since I wrote an actual poem. So here it is. Finally. Waiting for the good ice How can you test if you can Rescue your mind Before they interfere? Then the mood is light Or maybe woozy. Wonderful and nauseous. TheyContinue reading “Poetry maybe. #1”
I don’t feel like I can do a new story for NaNoWriMo when I haven’t finished the last one. It’s still on my mind all of the time. My boyfriend and I keep talking about how there should be more Halloween romantic comedies. Ok. Well, he doesn’t think so necessarily. This story could beContinue reading “Unfinished Business: #NaNoWriMo”
80 trends Big Hairspray. Hold for three days Now my kids have volume. I have to make reservations to in front of the mirror. Volume
If we were having coffee, I would tell you . . . In about two days, I will be fired. It is going to be the most glorious thing that has happened in the last year. No regrets. Not one. While switching to days was a good thing, I also received a new supervisor whoContinue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: I Can’t Even . . .”
I haven’t finished this novel. It has been a struggle to write anything beyond a grocery list.
So far the book that I’ve been writing is at approximately 12, 250 words. I would get further if I wasn’t stopping to count the words and subtract numbers to figure out how far away I am from 50,000. Hold on, I have to figure it out again. 37,500 more words. Then IContinue reading “a beautiful distraction”
I’ve been reading about witches so I can write about them without sounding like a jerk. Also, taking pictures of socks. It’s a thing.