Moving Forward

My blog is a forrest of wither, home only to dust, cobwebs, and itsy bitsy spiders. There aren’t any predicted storms, but I have a watering can filled with ink. Before my heart and efforts are exhausted, I hope to bloom a beautiful garden.

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Goodbyes and Creativity Time (November Goals)

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In the final days of October, Giovanni and I squeezed in as much time together as we could before I go to Washington for the month. This is the longest time we’ve spent apart since working together, let alone dating. Besides snuggling and binge watching Scream, we took a spontaneous trip to Berkeley (known as the most vegan-friendly city in USA – is it true? I don’t know).

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The Versatile Blogger Award #2!

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Deja vu warning: ABC Bakery’s chocolate cookies are the beeest. Do you think I could contact them and beg ask to be an ambassador? And by that, use my own special code to buy cookies for myself. It would be like those reward programs that banks offer. Even though I get very little back, I still get a return on purchases I’d make anyway (I’m joking; but I’d consider being an advertiser of their cookies). Continue reading “The Versatile Blogger Award #2!”

Yay, Another Award!

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Wow, these blogging awards make an aspiring author feel so special! Thank you for sticking with me and watching the blog improve, and thank you Lindsey for nominating me for the Liebster Award. While I was putting off the Versatile Blogger Award, she inspired and encouraged me to change the rules a little and just go for it. So thank you for both nominating me and inspiring some civil-blogger-rebellion!

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Pretending I’m Not Depressed (Daily Prompt)

I don’t want to glorify depression. As a writer, it’s natural to glorify both the good and the bad, because life and all it includes is beautiful. I am fascinated with happiness as much as I am with pain. Drama and tragedy are my favorite parts of a story, but I cried last night about the exploitation animals and people experience every day. In a story, the death of a unique character with his or her own perspectives is layered with growth and lesson for the other characters and reader, but in real life, the passing of a loved one feels like a personal punishment.

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