Memories over-lap, rewriting the past withlucid reminders Copyright © Robin LeeAnn I feel you by my side when it rains / Brings back my precious memoriesWhat do you wish / What do you wish / What do you wishPlease let me hear—Man with a Mission, "Rain"
Tag: man
ARC Review — Diary of an Angry Young Man
Title: Diary of an Angry Young ManAuthor: Rishi Vohra Genre: FictionPages: 131 pagesPublication date: August 15, 2021 Thank you, Rishi Vohra, for giving me an ARC of your book in exchange for a fair review! Diary of an Angry Young Man follows Raghav through his life as he tries to find his place. His world is … Continue reading ARC Review — Diary of an Angry Young Man
The pay gap never left (haiku)
Just eighty-one centsTo your full-grown dollar billShuffled beneath you Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Random quotes I heard from writers
It has been a while since I have done a fun post, so here you go. As I took notes during AWP this year, I ended up writing down random sentences writers said that stuck out to me. These sentences sound strange but fun out of context. They also almost sound like writing prompts. Here … Continue reading Random quotes I heard from writers
A different kind of story
I don't know about you, but I always like different kinds of stories. Not the same love stories that repeat on the radio, movies, and books. But rather stories that you can't quite describe by saying, "Oh! This story's like my other favorite show." It has a bit of uniqueness that is hard to describe. … Continue reading A different kind of story
A small change for female writers
My old coworker got a job at Barnes & Noble and loves it. But she got so frustrated there once because an older man refused to buy a book from any female writer—in 2018. He's the customer that publishers are afraid of. Because some people still believe females cannot write well. Most female writers change their … Continue reading A small change for female writers
Real monsters
I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters