From the angered deep The water sloshes Globs of water Thicker than waves Roar Youths lift fishies by the gallon And do gooders curl up in corners Unharmed But the untamed the uncouth They dive in Some make it back to the boat Others don’t survive -Saschia
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The Art of Letting Go
My head spins like a top The rush The drop The world let go of me -Saschia
Follow Up Bad Guys -On Writing
“Integrity without knowledge is weak and useless, and knowledge without integrity is dangerous and dreadful.” – Samuel Johnson (1709 – 1784), English Author, Poet, and Literary Critic and Writer I had been thinking about the good guy vs the bad in a collection of short stories I’ve been working on, and I was reminded that inContinue reading “Follow Up Bad Guys -On Writing”
I’m Trying
The winding road ahead makes my stomach churn. The past grabs at my ankles and the present slips away every few seconds. Sometimes apple pie slows me down and sometimes it’s him. But in between the ahead and behind is the place I strive to be.
Bad Guys -On Writing
You -have- to love your monster. Philippa Dowding, Everton Miles Is Stranger Than Me: The Night Flyer’s Handboo I’m struggling to figure out who or what I want the bad guy to be in my short stories. In a huge chunk of my short stories I tended to make my narrator the bad guy, butContinue reading “Bad Guys -On Writing”
Chick-A-Dees
The mush inside my head is no good I’m losing altitude or is it depth I’m losing I’m trying to gather my chick-a-dees and I just can’t seem to find them or maybe I’m looking for my marbles who knows I’m going to keep looking -Saschia
Just for fun -On Writing
Today I was having a hard time focusing. So I decided to just have fun with my writing today. I didn’t focus on a concept, or a theme. I also did not try to root my focus on anything in the background while I wrote. I just wanted my characters to basically dance in theContinue reading “Just for fun -On Writing”
Growing Pains
The earth opened up and pushed me over the edge. The dark was dark and only a seed of hope rested in my back pocket. Words swirled and spun around me, but I climbed and screamed and fought. I made it out and not one step was alone, even though at times I felt lonely.Continue reading “Growing Pains”
Evolving and Growing
It’s natural for me to write in first person, so lately, I’ve been giving third person a try. It was uncomfortable for me at first to write that way. I felt like it distanced me from the story and my characters, but I feel a better connection with my characters lately. I’m not sure whatContinue reading “Evolving and Growing”
Here’s My Hand
What is it that I do not say Mouth slammed shut like my tongue is a trapped mouse the most important thoughts lead out to the ocean Here’s my hand please see inside me Look listen Help me filter through the bullshit So I can finally say what I want to say -Saschia
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