Changes just need to be made.
I use to hate changes because they happened so much in my life. I went from home to home as a child, never having one strict household to model after but a combination of shitstorms and people trying to show me the way. Now that I have grown older, change isn't such a bad thing. I mean, positive changes of course. I tend to get bored with normalcy and everyday routines. Not to say routine isn't good, it keeps me sane.
I am craving a little spice in my life. I use to burnnnnn with passion about life and about what I was going to do about it. When did mediocrity over take me? Was it the time I tried to function financially on my own and let bullshit get in the way or was it that time that I realized my dream of being an author was harder to reach than I imagined? Whatever the reason, I am done settling. I am more than this everyday barely getting by life with no drive or passion.
I have decide to pursue my love for writing. I obviously need training and help. It's been awhile since I took a proper grammar class and let's be honest-I could use it. I set out to join a writer's group and have already printed out tips for manuscripts. I don't just want to write, I want to produce! I want my beloved characters to have faces. I want to share them with everyone! They are begging to be known, BEGGING! I don't even care if I am known. I just want people to know Beya, know Nathaniel, know Tyk...know all these amazing characters that have so much to say!
I'm not stopping there either. No, no I am not. I am going to set out to further my education, however need be. I plan on sticking with my job for however long I can. I love it here, but I want to have something to back me up. If I am going to put money into schooling or training, it will be in what I love. Writing is what I love. My characters are who I love.
A life of adventure is for me.
***Disclaimer!!!*** For any and all that know me, I am storyteller at heart and story tell is what I do. Someone once told me that the best story is a true story. So I take my true life and I embellish, add and makes things a little more dramatic than they probably should be. As you are enjoying my blog, please remember: I am not suicidal, homicidal or any kinda crazy, folks. Just a great story teller. You will laugh, you will cry and you will go WTF?! That's just how I roll. Enjoy!
Monday, April 23, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Mirror, Mirror
Touch alone; feel the two sides.
They aren't opposites, but both opposing
Wanting one goal, one prize in the end
Split ends needs clashing
Hungry eyes and tasteful lips
Sizzling touch; markings of fierceness to match the prize
Whirling sensations clouding judgment; bodies collide
Sweet, curtsy like manner
Calming words that sooth one soul
Prize swooned but not grasped
Grab it! Take it!
Pedal stool and all!
A prize is meant to be loved and cherished and WON!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall; Who of them is the fairest of them all?
They aren't opposites, but both opposing
Wanting one goal, one prize in the end
Split ends needs clashing
Hungry eyes and tasteful lips
Sizzling touch; markings of fierceness to match the prize
Whirling sensations clouding judgment; bodies collide
Sweet, curtsy like manner
Calming words that sooth one soul
Prize swooned but not grasped
Grab it! Take it!
Pedal stool and all!
A prize is meant to be loved and cherished and WON!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall; Who of them is the fairest of them all?
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