I’m wrong-

it's all I've ever heard, from the world- I am wrong. Not to be trusted or counted on, the weight of expectation bearing down; a frowning colleague, a fuming boss, a judgmental friend, a lover who seldom listens- I am wrong. the most eclectic of fairy tales, I've come to believe them- to question myself-… Continue reading I’m wrong-

Writing a story

Everytime I write a story, I worry. I worry if I have enough substance. I worry if my characters lack depth. I worry if the dialogue is too thick, too awkward, too artificial. I worry if the plot is not as smooth as I imagined it would be. I worry that there isn't enough pace… Continue reading Writing a story

Trying to get through the day

To the glee of my friends seldom their envy, I lie in my bed, hugging a pillow case. Hardly anything excites me these days, except maybe Trump or whatshisface! My story is not thrilling or inspiring or even finished as a matter of fact, it's just not happening. I'm too oblong to try. Too rhombus… Continue reading Trying to get through the day