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The awesome feeling you get when you see the growth in your writing!!! Yay me!! Just thought I’d honk my own horn for a little bit.
I found this and thought it to be quite amazing. It should be a universal warning card given out by writers; professional, ameture, poet, novelist, children’s book author etc. A wronged writer is a wronged writer and the above statement is true…we do get our revenge in print, and I am a firm believer that print is forever (this includes publishing on the internet;especially). If you are an antagonist in real life, eventually you make to the page as one. Then you are at the mercy of the author for the duration of the passage. So make sure it’s not an author that you have personally have pissed off in on way or another. This may not mean much, but it symbolizes a moment where something about your character changed and became a negative factor in the authors life and now that flaw and that moment live for eternity in ink…permante marker…even if no one knows you; they do. So you’ve been warned. Be weary of writers…our revenge is printable…
From The Mind Of Miss Mack
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Posted: February 22, 2014 in Life and Stuff, Love and Stuff
Tags: Dali Lama, in a year, quote, tomorrow, two days, yesterday
I dreamed a dream so bright…
I saw our love in lights
Falling from the sky like rain
Dripping down my skin
Saturating my soul
Such a beautiful sight to behold
She hadn’t seen him in forever
She was shocked to see he hadn’t changed
Not a bit
He smiled at her beautiful face
She had changed so much
But not too much
Hands on her waist
Arms around his neck
Entangled
No one else around
Just us
In love
She hadn’t seen him in forever
She was overjoyed that he felt the same
Nothing changed
He smiled at her beautiful face
She was just as amazing
Exactly the same
Wow it’s been a year since I made a post here. Wow time flies doesn’t it? 2013 has been a rough year for me and my craft. I haven’t written anything…and I mean ANYTHING. I may have scribbled a few incomplete thoughts here and there, but nothing to throw a party about. Then finally a few days ago it happened. I stopped thinking and let my heart go. The words flew from my pen and several poems (complete poems) were born. I haven’t been this happy in along time. I thought I had lost it all. But I found it; up on the shelf where I had placed it, along with my self-confidence, passion, and love. So here it is the year closing out just as quickly as it was brought in. I’m back! Slowly but surely I’ll be back to my old ways(writing more often) but with my new found self.
As of late I haven’t been writing much. A few poems here and there compared to the dozens I’d do. Time seems to drag when I pick up the pen to do simple journal entries and those are becoming sparse. A blog binge every couple of weeks. I love to write, to create, but I can’t help but noticing the lack of drive. What has caused this is probably stress and life over the last 6 months.
I used to be able to write poem after poem; on any day of the week. I could pump out a short story in a matter of days. I was journaling consecutively. I was really doing my thing with the pen and pad. Also being my own worst critic and still managing to like a majority of my stuff. I had really hit my niche. Then I moved out of the comfort of my mother’s home and into the world. I left the nest and was bursting with emotions. The best way to catch them all and deal with them would usually been writing. Yet I really couldn’t say all I wanted to say in poetry. So I started blogging more; including this one. that was helping. Then life happened and I had to learn some patience while dealing with the staff here. Dealing with them took away from my writing time. Plus I wasn’t used to being alone so much, I wouldn’t stay home. Really being on the move killed the little writing spirit in me. Come on I was hardly sitting down to think; let alone try and put something on paper.
And that has pretty much continued until right now. My passion had/has left me temporarily but I’m sure it will return. My love for reading has come back and I spend plenty of my free time; with my nose buried between the pages of some book. I worked a lot this year and really didn’t start to enjoy it until the end. I figure that’s why I’ve put somethings on hold. That and much needed growing I did. So I’m no longer worried about my passion. It’s still there simmering under the surface. Simply waiting on the chance to escape and show the world what it’s been missing. I’ll just do what I can while I can and enjoy those little victories for now; a poem, story outline, or article idea.
One day He will return, One day we will witness the end of this world as we know it and a ‘New World’ will be brought into reality…
“However, no one knows the day or hour when these things will happen, not even the angels in heaven or the Son himself. Only the Father knows.” Matthew 24:36
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