dear the end,
NOT YET.
love,
the middle
Category Archives: creative(ish) writing
creative writing endeavors
the elusive pronoun
i speak in i and you and me
in him and her and he and she;
i speak in them and they and mine
in yours and theirs (one time in thine).
i speak in which and what and my
in who and whom (at least, i try)
yet i, despite such fluency,
can’t speak in we.
ode
i spent the morning
slaying spiders
(i’m sorry, anne;
they had to die).
free singing sparrow: framed
framed my scrabble-sentence project (you don’t realize how few scrabble tiles are ACTUALLY perfectly cut rectangles until you try to line them up).
ashes
sometimes, the heart doesn’t break; bits of it crumble around the edges, almost imperceptibly, and you go on, unimpaired for all practical purposes, but painfully aware of the fine layer of dust you tread through.
something like a fairy tale
once upon a time, i started writing a little story with a sharpie and some colored markers. i posted some of it on this blog for a while, but then, when i began to seriously edit and revise it, i took it down. but now (at last?) it’s done! and thanks to this awesome (of the love-love-love calibre) program called blurb, i’ve put the story together into a little book.
if you’re in the mood for a once-upon-a-time with a happily-ever-after and a very different in-between, take a look. (click the cover to view the book’s preview at blurb)
ok so there’s no easy/delicate way to say this, but i feel sort of compelled to: the blurb site has a “buy” option, but don’t do it. not that you would want to, but if on the random off-chance you did. but not that you would. anyway, its too too pricey, and as much as i love blurb, i’m not using it to try and sell you this book. the preview option is just so great that i couldn’t help using it. also, click the “full screen” option in the bottom right corner for more convenient viewing.
empty pockets
sometimes i don’t want to worry about writing well. i just want to toss handfuls of words onto the blank page without considering how they will fall; pull everything out of my pockets, and let it scatter and settle as it will.
