Time to get selfish and get working.
Happy Friday!!!
The Library
The scent is utterly recognizable. To him it is serenity. To some the musk, the leather and the age would bring up disconcerting emotions. For him, his blood pressure drops and his mind clears. There is no description that can do the ambiance justice. This is a place while full is vacant of any worries.
The need to escape now is greater than ever. Destruction, death and apathy weigh heavily on the soul. It ages a man far past his years, the lines are added to his face, the stress upon his heart. An escape if only for a moment can bring immeasurable relief.
He enters the room fully and makes his way to his faithful chair. Sinking into it, he closes his eyes and reaches for the side table out of instinct. His fingertips feel the etched writing on its spine. Opening his eyes the book, The Great Gatsby, was in front of him. His eyes adjusted to the text, he let go of any remaining grasp on reality.
Survival if only for a page was undeniably his.
Thank You
I just wanted to take a moment to THANK everyone for all of their support, we hit 1,500 followers last night. It’s not just the numbers that are exciting but it is the honest feedback that grabs my attention most.
I can’t tell you how grateful I am for all of your thoughts and words of encouragement.
I also want to take a moment and say that I truly appreciate all of the awards people have nominated me for, it is humbling and encouraging if only there was more time in the day.
I can’t wait to see what the next few months bring, I am planning on some changes and updates as I will finally have extra time to focus on my writing at the end of the next two weeks.
Let’s go great places together!
Two Words
Dark Alleys
Vast Opportunity
Love, Lust,
Fear, Pain.
Unique Situations
Fresh Rain
Not Knowing
Learn, Read,
Listen, Think.
Functioning Ideas
Bright Entrances.
The Words
Friday Love
Oh Friday How I Love Thee
Let Me Count The Ways.
You Are The Entrance To The Weekend.
You Are The Very Definition Of Anticipation.
You Make Each Moment Of The Day Bearable,
You Make It Grand.
Thank You Friday For Always Being There.
In Good and In Bad
With You I Know
The Weekend Lays Just Past The Horizon.
I Shall Celebrate You.
A Little Party Never Hurt Anybody.
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Happy Friday Everyone!!!
Who’s Afraid of The End?
I AM.
I think that has to be the reason I haven’t finished the first draft of my latest novel. I have tried and tried to finish it over the last few weeks and I seem to find any excuse possible not to. Even this blog update is a form of procrastination.
Do you know what the worst part is? I know exactly how I want the end to work out, I have the basic outline so the writing can take me there but I can seem to bring myself to write it. I really like the novel itself, I think it has great potential……
Maybe I am afraid after all this work it will be horrible? Maybe I am afraid it won’t live up to my expectations? Maybe I am afraid that it won’t be worth editing? I don’t think I believe any of this but I seem to be sabotaging myself subconsciously….
Is anyone else afraid of the end?
What helps you break through the final wall?
Simplicity 19
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Emboldened By It,
Dared To Step Outside The Box,
Seize Your Destiny.
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Who Is She?
Who is she I wonder? Everyday I see her there completely alone. I have never seen her with anyone else. She doesn’t pay any heed to whomever passes by. She keeps to herself. Why does she maintain her isolation?
Does she dream as she stares off into the ocean? Does she cry quietly to herself as life passes her by? How is it possible that she is here in the middle of the day? Doesn’t she have responsibilities? Each day her routine is the same. There is no excitement, no deviation, no opportunity, no chance.
Each time I see her I create a story of what might be in my mind. I am never able to come up with a positive interpretation. Each time my mind delves into the numerous tragedies that must have happened.
The situation is unique, strange to say the least. I never see her come, I never see her go.
Who is she?
Am I her?
Are you?
What is the real tragedy?
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 