Time on my Hands

Today is an interesting day. Interesting because, unlike most days, I seem to have a bit of time on my hands. There are no extra hours being granted for work. Other than my usual daily chauffeuring, I have nowhere to go. There’s a chilly dampness in the air today. It’s gray and sort of sad and lazy out. It’s raining the sort of rain that just kind of comes and goes, misting everything but refusing to just let go and pour out full force. Not much unlike the struggle to fight back one’s own tears only to have a stray

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Oh my aching back

It’s been another long day here. I barely got my hours in for my regular work, let alone managed to do much related to my writing. Spent four hours basically sitting in the car (as a favor for family) and between that and the odd ways in which I contort myself every other day of the week in order to get things done, it’s definitely taking a toll on me. I’m in so much pain — the part of my back sort of between my shoulder blades and down the center — that I had to call upon one of

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Three Wishes

Writing Prompt courtesy of Writing.com: “I’ll give you three wishes.” … “I don’t want them.” … “You wan… wait… what?” “I don’t want them,” I repeated. He stood there, still, with the most dumbfounded look. “I– I don’t understand,” he stammered, “everyone takes the wishes! Are you mad?” I smiled, just a bit, because I’ve read way too many of these stories to fall for the antics of a wish-granter. Nothing in life came free or easy. Making wishes would undoubtedly mess with things in ways I wouldn’t be able to foresee and in the end I would probably be

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Daily Prompt: Broken

Disclaimer: This post contains Fiction Writing based upon the daily prompt “Broken” presented by The Daily Post on WordPress.com. She stared blankly across the table, fingers frozen atop the rim of her coffee mug as if time had stopped altogether. Her gaze fixed upon nothing in particular. It was clear that once again, she was lost deep within the recesses of her mind. It occurred to me that this was happening much more often now and I attributed it to the high levels of stress in our lives. As I sat directly in front of her, it was as if

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I Have Not Forgotten

I’ve just been busy. Sounds like an excuse, doesn’t it? Yes, well. I currently have four posts in progress that I’m stressing over because, well, because I have anxiety and self-esteem issues and can pick apart just about every aspect of something each and every time I review it. Oh, wait, I can’t say it like that someone might think… or someone might take that the wrong way… this could trigger someone else… that sounds like I’m being mean…. And so forth and so on. Such is the way. These posts, like this one, are forcibly off the cuff. While

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