A Taste Of Memoir

YourStoryI have been toying around with the idea of writing my memoir. Yes, it is pretty early on in my life to consider such a venture but I have decided to go through with it or at the very least try and see what develops.

This is my part of my story.

When I meet someone new I know inevitably the conversation is going to happen. We laugh, we hang out, we share a few stories maybe we even a few secrets. It is then when people work up the courage to ask me what I rarely volunteer.

“So do you have a father?” I love this question because it seems so absurd, of course I have a father I wouldn’t be here without one. That of course is my sarcastic nature. Often I look at them contemplatively before I respond. If they ask a silly question the very least I can do is answer it that way. “Yes I do but he’s crazy”

Whomever I am talking to will laugh and then make eye contact with me, letting me know with their visual cue that it is time to elaborate. I never know what they are expecting me to say but I do know it is not what they get.

“No, really, he is legitimately crazy. He is a paranoid schizophrenic.”

Frisky Friday

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I will drink it in a chair.

I will not drink it next to a bear.

I cannot drink it as a pair.

When I drink it I will most certainly not share.

You can join me if you dare.

It will capture you in it’s snare.

Some say it’s only for those with a certain flare.

In my grasp I have no care.

~What am I?

Happy Friday!

Trinket Bookshelf

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I am still on the hunt for the perfect bookshelf. My collection of books is constantly growing and I am running out of space and though I don’t like to admit it I am even out of room on the floor. This shelf grabbed me because it was the type of shelf I want to find my own books on one day. It is modern and fun while offering nice storage. It also adds a spot for the placement of unique items.

What trinket would you put at the end of each shelf?

Happy Friday Everyone!

 

Lost in the Moment

IMAG0047Here is an excerpt on my most recent work in progress. It has been a long ride but I am pleased to say the first draft has one maybe two chapters left before the end.

Alison knew what was going on, on some level it made sense. It had always made sense. When she was younger it happened, back then losing a moment or two of time didn’t seem to matter. When she had been a little girl getting lost in the emotion of the moment had been an adventure. Occasionally she would remember what had transpired, other times she would wake up not having the slightest clue where the afternoon had been spent. Alison had never been harmed in those lost moments and from what little she could remember no one else had been harmed.

She had never once been scared. No, the excitement pulsed through her young body. It was the reason she never told anyone about the episodes, the loss of them was a reality she could not face.

Take A Dip

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In the heat of the day there is always a cool respite. – A

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I would love to do some writing here with my toes dangling in the water of Lake Michigan.

Thanks Emily for the photo, you will be taking me here when I visit Chicago.

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In Order To Live

Risking Everything,

Unaware of Misfortune,

Stupendously Young.

 

broken down one time,

shattering the balanced muse,

a scar left behind.

Once More Recklessly,

Calling Upon All Courage,

To Fall Is To Stand.

Where the Magic Happens

Image 2One of the new categories I am introducing is called “Writing Places”. It is going to be a a photographic showcase of all the places I do my writing and all of the places I dream about doing my writing.

It occurred to me that I should probably show where I currently do most of my writing, I like to call it my hot mess desk. As you can see there are notebooks, laptops and general mayhem. I make notes everywhere and never seem to focus on any single project for more than a few moments at a time. I wonder if I could actually write in an organized space?

Where do you all do most of your writing? At home, at some exotic location? Is it neat and tidy or if possible is it even more chaotic than my current space?

As long as your writing I am sure the space is just write for your creative flow.

Have a Great Weekend Everyone!

 

Inevitability

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Unable to escape the inevitable.

-The Looks, The Whispers.

Ashamed in one way.

-Ambivalent in another.

The end will be the relief.

-Cold, Heartless, Resigned.

Within myself the strength lies.

-Feel Everything.

-Feel Nothing.

Achieve Acceptance.

For Bitterness Will,

Slowly Kill The Soul.