Life is unattainable sometimes It’s just out of desires’ reach Nothing more than another bill And another time to clock in After a while, the rhythm lingers Not in difficulty, but in tension Pressure comes from all directions And it doesn’t stop for anything So, we’re back at the railroad again Did you see when … Continue reading Lost by the train
It was recently brought to my attention to look into a magazine called, Slice of Life. I was sent the second issue first, so I started there. The story was about a young boy cheating on his exam and the consequences that followed. Since it didn't taken place in America, it was interesting to see how … Continue reading Slice of Life – Review
Sometimes the world may be against you. Everything may seem to fall apart as if you can’t get anything done. But even writing down three words is progress towards a goal. Three more strokes of a painting. Three more pages of a book. A little bit a day can go a long way.
I've noticed recently that I haven't reviewed a book that I don't like on this blog before. I have a few reasons for avoiding that. I'm afraid of being too negative. I don't want to trash a work of art that I know the writer spent years on. I don't want to act as if … Continue reading Bad book reviews
Writers are strange people. Perhaps we're not even people at all. Few people can create an entire world from nothing. Something as small as a 65 character text could turn into a 70,000 novel without trying. But are we human if we're gods of our own worlds? We are sometimes quiet, sitting off to the side. … Continue reading Are we human?
There’s a great quote when it comes to creativity. “Someone told me to be selfless But we are helpless without attention So if no one's paying attention Then does my voice get to your headphones? You start thinking about the clock ticks You get nervous, you start stressing So how am I supposed to fit … Continue reading Time is essential
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
After writers send their work out to be critiqued, it can feel as if forever stands in front of them. Time has stopped. Even as life goes by, nothing happens. They wait, filled with butterflies. Days and months and years all feel like lifetimes. Perhaps it's because they're nervous. They sent their work - their … Continue reading Waiting forever
My mind buzzed over and over in a spiral. Lately, nothing had gone right in the writing world. My blog was floating above the water. I hadn't been able to work on my novel or short stories in a while. My critics gave me the same reply: "good, but not good enough". Because writers could … Continue reading Powerful small words
Sometimes, as a writer, I feel like my life is more like a book. I can picture the chapters ending with cliffhangers like the divorce. Or what I was gonna do when I was first offered drugs in high school. But sometimes my life is too anti-climatic for that. Like when I got offered drugs, … Continue reading Stories in ourselves