Airbrushing

In my last post I wrote about mundane I deemed my own life to be. That wasn’t an emotional, depressed assessment. In a way it disturbed me more because it wasn’t. I’d gone beyond emotion, pity, despair, to just acceptance of how my life was, is, and would always be....

Prisons

When I returned to blogging, the whole thing was write a bit about our lives. And if I’m honest, that’s always freaked me out. I’m terrified to write about my actual life. I don’t have kids. I’m not married nor do I have a partner. I haven’t got the life I desired,...

Reclaiming My Life, One Story At A Time

How long is it since I wrote for just the love of it? It feels like years. I’ve been writing to build a career for so long, the love just died. Betrayal and failure got their hands on my writing gift and tore it down. The love just died. But here I am again. My dear...

Writing From A Sofa

< I’m sitting here on my lunch break, showing up to write. I’m trying to find the fun in writing again. The simple joy of writing my life. As I write this on my phone, delving inside myself to try and find the words, it strikes me how scary this can be....