So, I’m noticing things as I read: 1. Not a bad book for my first one…if I do say so myself; and I’m my worst critic. 2. Definitely some things I’m planning on fixing or have fixed along the way (is this a bad thing? Since I’ve already had a proof printed?) 3. The responses…
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Blast from the past
So, I’m starting to type all of my old poems and save them on my jump drive so that I don’t lose the papers or they don’t start to fade. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself, because I started writing and really keeping my poems together around 9th grade, so I will say around…
Will I do NaNoWriMo this year?
I am contemplating on NaNo this year. I think I would like to do it, but I am not sure if I will keep up on the website like last year. I can easily keep track of how many words I put in everyday, so not being on the website won’t be detrimental to me….
Day 4: Imperfect
I may not have the cutest face, Or waltz around as if I have extraordinary poise and grace, But through all my flaws, You see me; and all in all, That’s all the matters in the first place. 🙂
Blogging 201, Day 2: Kindred love: an Ode to Kynnedy ( the Acrostic)
Kindred love, Your existence means more than words can say, No ways to define the joy you bring to my heart, Never will our bond break under the pillars of life’s struggles, Everlasting, unconditional love is what I promise to you, Dear sweet child of mine, You are my kindred love, forever and always. Today’s…
#WhitWritesHerNovel:The Wait
So, I’m waiting on one more reader to finish editing before I go make corrections and do one more read. It’s getting so close and it’s crazy. I still can’t believe I wrote a novel!! In the meantime, I need to figure out some illustrations for the cover, make my biography, synopsis of the book,…
A Mother’s Worry
Photo Cred: Picasso Mio A mother holds her son tightly to her chest and tears begin to flow.
What is Poetry? My Own Little Personal Essay
The closer I get to finishing my book, the more and more I think of publishing, and the more and more I think about the many times I told myself I would publish my poetry. I have sang this tune to myself many times, and still I have not completed that task. It is a…
What a Night
Me and wine had a one night stand last night. I woke up and he wasn’t there, but he left me with all the morning after baggage.
Playing with Fire – The Intro
I never thought I would see the day when I lost everything. I look back and wonder if it was all worth it. It’s a funny feeling when your wrongs catch up to you. You finally see the error in your ways, and wonder to yourself “Why didn’t I just come clean in the first…
Write, Live and Love 