When I was a stay-at-home mom and my husband worked a full-time job with set hours, finding time to write was extremely easy. My daughter, Evie, slept the whole night in her room till about 8 or 9AM. Hubby woke early for work, and I’d get up with him. After
Being a writer is an extremely lonely lifestyle. The characters in our heads constantly beg for their stories to be told, and we often feel frustrated when there’s no one around to challenge us or to help us find the right words. We long to find a group of people
Andre and I had our first miscarriage in May 2015. I was only about two or three weeks along, but I still felt an incredible amount of sadness. The following August, at about eleven weeks, we had our second miscarriage. We named this one Chris, going with a gender-neutral name
I hold tight to my husband as the nurse carries my baby away. Eleven weeks pregnant, and now no more. My child’s soul has flown to heaven on angels wings. Why couldn’t she stay here with me? I would’ve loved her so much. Now I’m left here, bleeding and empty.
The prompt for this week was “ghost”. I wanted to do something other than the obvious so I looked up the different definitions of ghost. One was “a faint trace of something”, and then the suggestion given by the dictionary was “she gave the ghost of a smile.” I borrowed
Timmy wandered through the pumpkins till he found the perfect one. He tried to lift it but his ghost hands passed through. Dangit! Laughter. Timmy turned towards the sound. Two living children played as they searched. “Over here!” He waved his arms, hoping they could see him. “Take this one!”
In last week’s post I divulged the fact that I’m terrible at housekeeping, yet determined to be better and invited you all to follow me on my journey. Many of you came up with some GREAT tips and advice, so thank you for that! One suggestion was to keep a
This week’s prompt for @jayna’s #fiftyword challenge is chase. I knew I had the perfect scene in “The Shard of Myrsi”, but it was going to take some work to fit it into 50 words. The scene is originally from my protagonist’s point-of-view, Sina. Her birth father Darad, who was banished from