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….
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Home: an ode to my sanctuary
After a long day, I like to run away, To a place I like to call home, Where I can be all alone. My bed, My kitchen, My bathroom, My living room. All of these places, Are my getaway spaces. A no judgement zone Where I can be all alone. Day 5 🙂
Day 3: Skin Intolerance
A prose about Skin: My skin….is tired. My skin feels powerless. There are people in this world, who have depleted my skin of its beauty, shine and luster and replaced it with sorrow, shame and insecurity. My skin has seen it’s impact on this world, this cold world with a cold soul. It brings fear…
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…
Blogging 201: Day 1: What Lies between us
So, I started the Blogging 201 Poetry challenge, and my first task was to write a poem about a screen. This was sort of difficult, but I did my best…lol. Enjoy You hinder our touch; Obstacle confines us; yet, Our love wavers, not.
#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.
The Other Woman’s Story: Part III
Our time is precious and sacred, because I know that eventually comes, and you have to return to her. Read Part I here Read Part II here
The Other Woman’s Story
I lay next to you in bed and I realize that our relationship is the rawest love story never told.
The Other Woman’s Story: II
I’m willing to be kept in your back pocket, as long as it gives me the ability to be next to you. Read Part I here
Write, Live and Love 