as told by melynda
You know how sometimes you just look at someone and think, “Yeah. Your name definitely fits you”?
Is it because you can see the name their parents gave them written on their face? 212 more words
10 months, 3 weeks ago
I’ve got eight minutes to write this post and have it go public.
Eight minutes isn’t a very long time, but in some cases, it could feel like forever. 146 more words
At 7:03 this morning, I woke up to a text message (a rarity).
No Ben. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to take this exam. 494 more words
11 months, 1 week ago
There’s a certain myth that writers actually write better when drunk. F. Scott Fitzgerald did it, Ernest Hemingway did it, as did Oscar Wilde. Hell, Lewis Carroll supposedly dabbled with Absinthe and narcotics. 223 more words
2 years, 2 months ago
This is what happens when you start to write:
At first, you’re incredibly enthusiastic. Your muse is flowing. You have ideas! Brilliant, absolutely, utterly unique ideas. 279 more words