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Writing
Friday Greetings
The Holidays and the end of the year are coming and personally I could not be more pleased. A lot of great things have happened in 2012, this blog and all of your support being one of them. I just want to say Happy Holidays this Friday to all of my followers, thank you for all of your support.
Also how great is this tree for an alternative idea to a real tree, don’t know if I could ever go without the smell of a real evergreen in my house but I might be willing to risk it.
Huzzah The End is Coming
It seems to be everywhere, whether they are serious or not people are wondering, just wondering if today is the final day? I personally think we have plenty of time left, perhaps even too much, but I respect both sides of the argument. I did come across some of my writings from earlier this year and thought that they were applicable whether or not it rains fire tomorrow. Enjoy!
“Going forward does not always mean progress but going backwards is always regressive”- A
“Today like every other day is absolutely unique; how will you make it extraordinary?”- A
“The past and the future constantly mingle in a dance and no one person is privy to lessons”- A
Looking for Answers
Patience, patience had become John’s greatest virtue. No matter how many times he cleaned, cooked, or begged Alex had not relented. It took two weeks for her to finally give in and utter a complete sentence in John’s direction.
Alex knew she was being absurd, she knew she had overreacted to his friendly teasing. She knew that it had been extreme to dump all that water all over him. Alex was well aware that not speaking to him for two weeks while they shared an apartment was borderline cruel. But in the end she found she couldn’t help herself, she was hurt. So very hurt with no idea as to why it had hurt, much less how she could go about expressing it.
Today Alex had spoken to him, her best friend, she couldn’t remember the last time she had gone that long without speaking to him.
As she sat alone in her room in utter silence she understood she needed to find the answer, what made it hurt so much?
Who are you trying to be?
The Enemy to Creativity
How does it begin?
A Tepee in The Junipers
On a cool balmy morning the mist still covering the low laying hills, the separation of structure and nature is gone. Seamlessly the tepee has risen from the earth; creating a fortress only previously seen in fairytales. This is the type of place where a good book is meant to be written or read, it can take a person to another place. Happy Friday!
A slice of paradise
In the midst of a ten-hour workday, I struggle, I struggle to find a way to make it to the end of the day. The job is mundane, the location covered in dust but it is a paycheck, and I simply cannot walk away. In the darkest moments, exhausted; my brow furrowed with sweat I search for a way, any way to make the time pass. Escape exists in my imagination, the ability to transport myself to another place; a place all to myself, my toes dipping into the crystal clear water, my skin soaking up the skin. I know it won’t be today, and it may not be for a long time but one day I will get there, the Philippines.
Careful…
Oh What Wicked Thoughts…
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 