Most humans believe that I will save the world. Tragic. They see me fly with my golden wings stretched out. The clouds brush by and create this sort of weird halo effect around me, so it must be a “sign.” But these humans look for signs under beds like that’ll say if they need ice … Continue reading A plan to go down in flames
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Plastic
I watch you fall in the mirrorAnd while the world expects me to helpI don't You pick up your phone againAnd while the world expects you to callYou don't We plant a tree into the groundAnd while the world expects it to bloomIt doesn't It's plasticAll of it Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
The Liebster Award
So, not too long after I got my first foul ball from a Texas Rangers game (hit by Mike Trout), my phone buzzed. I glanced down to see that Annlyel James from Annlyel Online nominated me for the Liebster Award! Thank you so much, Annlyel, for this lovely surprise! I'm honored. If you haven't already, check … Continue reading The Liebster Award
Every character has what?
Characters are unique, because they all have a little human in them. Even if they're witches who want to burn the world, they need something the readers can connect to. The other day, I rolled my eyes at my friend. We have been close for years, but some parts of him are annoying. Spending more … Continue reading Every character has what?
How a doctor’s appointment helped me think about marketing
My phone buzzed. Reminder: your doctor’s appointment is scheduled for tomorrow, March 27th, at 2:00 p.m. I nodded along, half paying attention. I already had two different reminders from my wall calendars. I opened up another tab on Google Chrome when my laptop dinged. Doctor’s appointment is tomorrow. Thanks. My laptop ran slow though since … Continue reading How a doctor’s appointment helped me think about marketing
Oh. You want the truth?
Oh. You want the truth? It’s a bit messy. It’s the joke your friends make that you laugh off. It’s the smiles and tears that come when someone finally sees the end. It’s the hours upon hours of sitting in one place, hoping the mixture of words turn out better, while knowing you’ll be sitting … Continue reading Oh. You want the truth?
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