It's time to open up and grow from it.
It's okay to be sad. It's okay to let your guard down once in a while and to just wallow in your emotions. It's okay to express how you feel. It's all okay. Because you're human. Hi, I'm not sure if you've read my resolution post for 2018 yet aptly named The Year(s) of Growth, but if... Continue Reading →
Before reading, see: Prologue//Flashback: Maddy's Disclaimer: This is a revised version of chapter one! I workshopped the hell out of it in one of my classes this semester, so I thought I'd update it here too. Thanks for reading! I hope you guys like these characters just as much as I do and that this... Continue Reading →
Click-clack-click, click-clack-click, are the sounds of the keyboards' keys beneath my fingertips as I type out this writing log. Ah yes, we're in the world of digitally typed up manuscripts, roughly written down notes, and the inconsistent savior we call auto-correct. The simplicity of typing gives us such ease that we almost forget how nostalgic... Continue Reading →
From the time I learned how to read, I’ve always read fiction. I could get lost in Wonderland or Hogwarts, just by opening up a book. The simple stumble into a couple hundred pages could result in many hours, or even days, spent entwined in the content between the cover pages. Yet, one of the... Continue Reading →
In this blog, I'm going to discuss a Creative Non-Fiction piece and answer a few questions. This piece, in particular, caught my eye because of the name and the hook the author wrote in the beginning. The following is a link to the piece itself by Jane Bernstein: CNF Inspiration Piece: The Marrying Kind Summary: The... Continue Reading →
Writing is an art. As Lakoff and Johnson state in Metaphors We Live By, life, in general, is a concept. It's a concept that we cannot understand because it is not obvious (Lakoff). However, it's up to us on how we choose to live that concept. Sure, it's easy to dissect and evaluate your own life,... Continue Reading →
Baby blue eyes, sitting on my lap, how do you stay, when I move my legs? I'll set you on the floor, because my limbs fall asleep, but you still come back. Is it love? Do you just, want my chair? Mama cat, Oh, Mama cat, I don't understand. I'll always appreciate, your little claws. Especially... Continue Reading →