Apparently, a paranormal romance and thriller writer. I'm working on it…
Sometimes I retire pieces that I don’t want to fuss with anymore. This poem received a couple of rejections last year and upon re-reading it, I decided not to revise. It’s not a matter of it being good enough, but more a matter of accurately representing what I tried to say at a particular time.
There are plenty of ways to motivate you to keep working, keep creating, and if you’re like me, you’ve consumed a bunch of them.
Ah, the promises we make to ourselves are those we break the most. Why do we put up with ourselves, I wonder.
The human construct of time marches forward on heels of iron and regret and we are merely dead leaves blowing along in its wake.
Completely sidetracked this morning because of breaking news. Understandable. Yet I was determined to get something in, something down. I knew I had a dream-sequence
