“Every act of communication is an act of tremendous courage in which we give ourselves over to two parallel possibilities: the possibility of planting into another mind a seed sprouted in ours and watching it blossom into a breathtaking flower of mutual understanding; and the possibility of being wholly misunderstood, reduced to a withering weed.” -UrsulaContinue reading “If you could choose which writer would you have dinner with?”
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Solitude
Time is essential to my being able to feel creative. And time is also a teacher. If I have time to let something sit, that’s the best way for me to see it. – Jennifer Habel Ok, I have officially reached a weak spot, and I’m so up for the challenge. I’m quite the dabbler;Continue reading “Solitude”
No Real Ending
“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.” – Frank Herbert I don’t like this quote, but it’s because it’s so true. It’s frustrating for me. I mean, who doesn’t love a clear, sensible direction? Everyone must love it. Well, I do. lol But with writing, the rules onlyContinue reading “No Real Ending”
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On Writing honest characters
Sometimes I’m not being true to my characters so I make them turn around and do it again as their truest selves to fix my own mistake. 🤣 -Saschia
It’s Time
You are the embodiment Of the Egyptian godesses You hold light and life In the base of your belly Walk tall Be proud of where you came from You didn’t come from cupcakes You came from pain And heartache So It’s time to rise It’s time to be exactly who you were meant to beContinue reading “It’s Time”
Bared Bones
Bare bones splinter A man voices his disregard An ache low and bitter Sits in my blood The uplift The drop The dazed eyes searching for something They always knew -Saschia
Why I Write Everyday
There is a bunch of reasons why I write everyday One is for my family For freetime or solitude So I have something to look back on To see how far I come Inner healing To avoid negativity Why do you write?
Thought Collector
The days give me thoughts collected over time The days don’t give me a thing I invested in my tomorrows I held on to my collection of thoughts and waited for them to double Thoughts are of no value left inside a head Write them down think up more and write those down Save themContinue reading “Thought Collector”
Writers Workshop
Why am I here The brick walls swallow my voice as they reach toward the heavens Why am I here? I ask myself one more time. To learn to be around writers like me. Well, not like me but also writing. But we write alone So alone that we pay money to be around peopleContinue reading “Writers Workshop”
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