Is it writers block when you are simply too scared to write? Let me lay it down for you. I am a simple gal who loves to read and even more so, loves to write. I have stories bursting from my ears! Idea’s spilling out my nose like snot and a passionate love for sharing… Continue reading Writers Block
My new platform for inspiration
It has been AGES. Read that again, AGES since I have blogged. My excuses are therefore lined up in a pretty little block so you can read them and feel bad, or skip them and show me no mercy. I promised myself that I would write often, and make it a ritual. And I have… Continue reading My new platform for inspiration
The lightbulb that finally burned bright.
Written in December 2016. Posted now because it seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth before. Have you ever had a moment where ther light bulb just clicks on? A moment where you finally grasp a concept that you had been misunderstanding for far too long? That moment came to me 6… Continue reading The lightbulb that finally burned bright.
High School Reunions. Whut?
Fairwarning… This is not going to be a pretty well put together cookie cutter post. Its mostly ranting. But if you know the struggles of high school reunions or heck, the plain abserdity of high school, you’ll feel me. I just recieved an invitation on facebook to join a large group of people whom I… Continue reading High School Reunions. Whut?
Doing the dishes.
I don’t ever want to be anything but honest. So here is an honest story about my struggle with the dishes. The overflowing sink full of soap suds disguize the patterns that paint the beautiful color and the true peaceful and happy emotions the dirty dishes could posses. Inside the tub lay hidden knifes ready… Continue reading Doing the dishes.
When little eyes are watching.
I generally don’t like pictures of myself, let alone candid photos. I get a twist in my gut of self-consciousness and usually delete it upon viewing. I know I really should kick the habit, but admit it, nobody truly loves every selfie that they take. Recently however, Munch has learned to steal my phone and… Continue reading When little eyes are watching.
What does 4 years of marriage look like?
Do you love me? Duh. You’re so romantic. I know. I love you! Thanks. Why wont’ you say the words? Why do you need to hear it when you know its true? Call me pretty. You are. I am with you, arnt I? Yeah, but that doesn’t feel the same. Well, I know what I… Continue reading What does 4 years of marriage look like?
100 Followers, WHAT!?
Wow that is amaaaazing (And totes un expected!) I am beyond excited and pleasently thankful to all of you who have followed or liked any blogs that I have posted! I am full of apprecaition! Ontop of doing a pinch of writing for my novel while also socially networking with #nanohop on twitter (new obsession!)… Continue reading 100 Followers, WHAT!?
It smells like Christmas, but my heart hurts a little.
Crispy and delightful is how I would describe the always enjoyable family time during this holiday season. There is always the smell of Christmas cheer when I visit home. Munch and I have made the trek from Arizona to California once again (Gypsy souls unite) to visit my family for pre Christmas. They are always… Continue reading It smells like Christmas, but my heart hurts a little.
My November.
Writing all of the words! But whats this? No blog posts since a few months ago? That is because I have been spending the entierty of November neglecting laundry, dishes, blogging, art and TBR books. Oh and Munch (haha, but not really Munch, because, you know, he is a human child, and even if you… Continue reading My November.
