Hello, friends! I thought I'd let you know how my personal writing progress has been going this summer. So far, I've had about two months off of school and have been using that time to the best of my abilities. So what have I gotten up to? For starters, during the month of May, I …
This blog is not at all what I intended. Rather than being a source of tips and help, this has become an apology blog. Every time I post it's like a new depth of "oops" that I didn't even know was possible. And while I'm confronting my failures publicly, I'm not really being very productive. …
This is awkward. Anybody else here feeling awkward? The last you heard from me, I was in the middle of a writing challenge in which I anticipated writing every day of the month of February. My last post was from day 5 and I did not continue on from there. To put it most simply, …
A photo of two People, and a good day that Left a wounded smile. Hello, friends! Was this a lazy response? Maybe. But I love a good haiku. Today's prompts were: wounded, a good day, and an old photograph. I wanted to do something longer about the story of finding the photograph but then I thought …
Continue reading Writing Challenge Day 5: Wounded, A Good Day & An Old Photograph
dear diary, today we went over my uncle's will. i don't think anyone was expecting to find what was inside. we assumed after so many years of isolation, he would've rejected us and left everything to his husband. but he didn't. uncle peter left half his fortune to jim. and the rest was split evenly among …
Continue reading Writing Challenge Day 4: Dwell, What We Inherit, & Dear Diary
"That's how it's scripted," he snapped. "Just try to follow direction." Rolling my eyes, I took my position standing across from him and we restarted the scene. The director and rest of the cast had long gone home, leaving only the pair of us on the stage to rehearse over and over. I stayed silent …
Continue reading Writing Challenge Day 3: Scripted, Be Still & Diatribe
"Who are you?" I ask, hands clenched in the folds of my dress, as if they can protect me from this mystery. Her image brightens a little, almost like a smile, except there is no mouth on her ashen face. "Easy. I'm your shadow." Her voice is high and lilting, dreamlike. I wonder if I …
Continue reading Writing Challenge Day 2: Shadow Play & Who Are You?
Water rippled. It shook, shimmered. Then began to change. As if beckoned, it began to curl up. Water climbed the air, twirled. Droplets hardened into fragments, crushed together. The liquid twisted as if drawn out of the water by a string, then tightened along the shape of that thread. Crystals crunched into the outline of …
Me: says I'm going to blog more regularly Also me: does not do that Hello, friends! Being back at school has already been hectic and the real work has barely begun. That said, time for writing has been very minimal as of late. Still, I'm working on a couple of things and I have …
Of all habits I had, running was possibly the most important. It wasn't that I enjoyed running or that I felt I'd benefit from the exercise. It was just the simplest way to escape.When black thoughts slipped it, when gray feelings seeped into my bones, they stirred my feet to action. I ran to shed …
Jayda Louise 