To anyone who'll read this, I'm sitting here next to my bookcase full of unread books, looking up and down at it while the inevitable looms in the back of my mind. It's no wonder I have anxiety. There's not enough time. Not enough time to play all of the video games all the way... Continue Reading →
Why do we do it? Why do we put ourselves through things like catharsis just so we can feel? We deliberately listen to songs that hurt us. Songs that remind us of pain from our past, songs that we listened to when we were with someone we no longer talk to. It isn't just music... 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 →
A creative non-fiction essay about one of the best nights of my life.
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 →
When we were young, we were so innocent. We had the ability to imagine anything. Sure, I grew up with body books, knowing where babies actually came from, but that didn't make me any less of a kid; it just made me more educated. "They come from the uterus, not your stomach," said Kindergarten me... Continue Reading →
15-20 seconds of April 24, 2015
Click-clack-click. Click-clack-click. Recently I've acquired a QwerkywriterS and it has given me such nostalgia. For those of you who don't know, it's a typewriter-inspired mechanical Bluetooth keyboard. Sounds complicated, right? Well, it isn't. Also, I realize the irony of me not using typewriters in my youth (considering I'm only 21-years-old and typewriters were around in... Continue Reading →
Another blog post where I expose my vulnerability in order to put my resolutions out there.
Keeping Up With a Skillings 