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, Iβve 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 →
Writing is an art.Β As Lakoff and Johnson state inΒ Metaphors WeΒ 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 →
15-20 seconds of April 24, 2015
The short story of my not-so-common depressive episode.
Yet, another poem. That's a little bit more personal than the last.
A poem.
This short story is about one of the best nights of my life. If you're interested in meeting a band or if you're a concert junkie, this is where you should look!
This poem was an assignment for my Creative Writing class. The assignment was to lead with part of a poem and create your own poem out of it.. I chose a poem out of Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur.
This was for my creative writing class and my first attempt at a non-rhyming poem since the beginning of 2013. Don't judge it too harshly please. π
Keeping Up With a Skillings 