Fate? (My Journey 3)

I have always talked and thought about “fate” as if it were a thing that exists in the universe, while also keeping it ambiguous to myself and others as to whether or not I REALLY believe that important life experiences and events are “fated.” For over a year now, I’ve gone on with this idea…

Responsibility Vs. Opportunity (My Journey 2)

A large part of me wants to go into work tomorrow and demand that position, and offer to quit my other jobs for it. BUT I have responsibilities to my other employers. So if you read this and have some thoughts or advice, I could use them now. What do you think? Should a person jump on opportunity when it presents itself at all costs? Or should a person remain loyal to responsibilities whether or not that is in the best interest of their career? is their a happy medium?

Failing and Prevailing (MY JOURNEY 1)

I am a passion – driven person. I recently listened to a Chris Anderson podcast in which Elizabeth Gilbert spoke about the difference between being passion driven and being curiosity driven – curiosity being the more sustainable flame, and passion being the powerful wildfire that, though marvelous will inevitably be squelched, leaving a barren landscape….

Monster

Innocent little fingers And dainty little toes Out of purity Vial corruption grows There are those Who would seek to lick these fingers with their filthy tongues And chop them off before the festering’s begun

Character Sketching Exercise

Some writers come up with characters for their stories based on people they know, conversations they observe, or other characters in stories they have read. I have always had a personal love for writers whose characters seem to be variations on themselves. There is a certain psychology to it that I like. One prime example…

Pretending (written in 2011)

The dragonfly door knocker you bought falls five times hard, And you wait outside the house you are no longer welcome. Frantic children crawl across the floor inside. Your paranoid outlook has rubbed off on them, No matter how often they deny it. This is not the first time they have peered out the window…

Breaking Silence in the Night

An old poem of mine dug up today: Breaking silence in the Night “I need to be with other people” I understood I accepted I was fine How could I be fine? I should have been cut It should have hurt I wasn’t surprised Almost as if I had already known Or felt the same…

Loyal (Fantastic Fiction)

In a large, grassy yard with lots of kids of different ages an old woman directs us in a game of limbo. This is some sort of family reunion/ neighborhood get together and I think this woman is my great aunt. Everyone here is from my father’s side of the family or friends of the…