Food and Life

Okay, I'm employing Wildcard Monday again. I'm sure this was supposed to be Etsy Monday, but also it was a public holiday. Threw my schedule out of whack, not to mention the hour I spent writing fan-fiction. So, daily prompt it is. I love food, or at least the consuming thereof. I don't know I'd go so…

Bragging Rights

I seem to be doing a lot of Daily Prompts lately. In any event, I'm writing myself a pass for it: I've got a bad wristache. Don't know how or why but it's stopping the pen-to-paper I employ with poetry. I'd like to be ambidextrous, but my left-hand writing looks like the writing of a…

life: a dialogue

Alfred carefully navigated the last two steps, bracing himself on the railing of the staircase. He'd worked here nineteen years now and still never learned to trust the steps - they were too smooth, too even. He preferred to feel rough brick under his shoes, but that didn't fit the aesthetic of the gallery. Before…

Monday, Monday

It's occurred to me that for all that I've been planning out short stories, I haven't done the writing. Yet. Luckily, the ideas have tapered off a bit, affording me a little more time to breathe and work on them more. I have seven pages on the "One Note" app thing, planning a total of almost…

Monday Magics

So... today we were let loose on the phones. It was cool. I got a tricky sort of question right off the bat and spent the morning feeling all woebegone and, you know, curling up in a corner. Well, not quite, but that was the general idea. And then, this is the weird thing, I got…

Word Crush Wednesday: M. C. Escher

This week I've been considering chaos. It's everywhere: mentally (some nights I have to really shut down the hard drive of my mind, just to shut off the thoughts that run wild), physically (hello 5pm motorway commute) and... well, anywhere else you might like to think of. I keep scribing ideas to an app on…

The Muse

I will tell you now, I don't generally do photo challenges. I don't know why - I don't have any special disdain of photos. I suppose it's because I look at things with a writer's eye, not a photographer's eye. When I see something, I find myself composing a description, not a composition. However, I…

a vignette

i am the viewer, watching you, the artist, as you bring the world to life.

the crash

adrenaline pumping, heart racing fast. mind racing people everywhere jovially celebrating the success of thousands. join in the smiles and laughter today you're in this. sun shines so bright as if the weather were predetermined. accept your achievement adrenaline still high and return to life. and it's days later so return the regalia, adrenaline gone.…

Pain and Gain

Yes, I do believe this.Story time: I spent many a day in the library, bent over books and curled up in a fairly uncomfortable chair. Here, the physical pain: sore shoulders from a heavy bag, sore eyes from lines of tiny print, cramped hands from writing and highlighting and typing.Physical pain: the tiredness a particularly…