Wide
Life
Last
Day
Blues.
What do you see in the Titles?
Writing
Freedom Writing
Happy 4th to all of my followers in the USA- Happy Thursday to everyone else! 😉
Active Change
Reaching
Searching
Grasping.
Feel
See
Hear.
Break
All
The
Rules.
Never what could have been.
What will you do now to Prevent
History from Repeating itself?
Where’s Your Pen?
A Taste Of Memoir
I 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
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!
Simplicity 21
Stumbling Forward.
Laughing Freely at the Sky.
Welcome the Crossroads.
Desire
Trinket Bookshelf
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
Here 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.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 