If Clocks Could Talk

“If Clocks Could Talk”

For a moment, just a moment, I stopped thinking. I took a breath and looked around. I wasn’t in a room full of people who loved me. On the other hand, I wasn’t in a room full of people who hated me either—at least part of me hoped they didn’t. They didn’t know me. But Seth was there, standing just inside the doorframe at the opposite end of the apartment. Read More

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Life Without the Letter ‘B’

Writing is difficult. It can come easy all the time, or only part of the time, or it doesn’t come easy at all. What is the one thing all successful writers have in common though? They sit down and write. They carve out a length of time, make no excuses, and they write. They do it, no matter what. It could result in twenty pages or two words, and it isn’t always great. It’s not even always decent. Getting the words onto the paper (or the computer) is more than half the struggle. Then there’s the struggle of what to write.

Somewhere along my way of trying to find inspiration recently, there was a prompt that challenged people to write with only twenty-five letters, instead of the usual twenty-six. Read More

A Year in the Making

It’s been one year since I made my first post on from earth and stars. Twelve months of new adventures and new paths. Three hundred and sixty-six days (thanks, leap year!) of living, learning, and traveling the world. And it’s all right here.

In many ways, I am the same as I was last year. Read More

Freeze

“Freeze”

In the weeks leading up to the chilly December eve, the mark of another year gone too quickly, I weighed my options: curl up under cozy blankets with my own bottle of wine and my four-legged companions, or venture out of the apartment for a few hours of eating, drinking, and being merry in a pair of tight jeans and tall heels. I mulled over each tempting choice carefully. In the end, I opted for the latter, as I knew there would still be plenty of other nights to keep to myself in the new year.

Though I accepted my invitation to Mila and Isaac’s annual New Year’s party, I anticipated that I would make a quick appearance and be home and in bed long before the ball dropped. I rapped my fist once on the door, was immediately whisked inside, and knew I was wrong. Read More

Zigzag

“Zigzag”

It was cold that evening, the way it only is in late winter or early spring when the frosty evening air bites at your heels and your lips and the back of your neck and you don’t mind half as much as you did two months ago because you can actually step outside without the wind puncturing your lungs. Read More