Cookies

window

 

I climbed the stairs with confidence

Knowing my fate to come

The note was left on the counter

And I had no inkling to run

 

No voice inside

Said this is wrong

Once the rope’s set up

It won’t be long

 

A scream I heard

From down below

A child’s voice

From down the road

 

She played with friends

Too many to count

But here I am

With no one about

 

Again she shouts

So to the window I move

She’s playing and shouting

And dancing a groove

 

Standing on the chair

Her voice gets to me

Swaying my confidence

And causing uncertainty

 

Held my fate in her hand

A girl I never met

She played outside

I’ll never forget

 

What she said was not beautiful

Or significant in any way

But all I needed

Was a reason to stay

 

Her mother brought out cookies

To nibble on and snack

She ask her mom if she could share

With the nice lady in the attic

 

Her mom jumped

When she saw me up there

Uncertain what to do

I just gave her a stare

 

That little girl

And her momma too

came to my house

came to my rescue

 

While the little girl wondered

What was I doing up there

Her mother looked down

And twiddled her hair

 

Unnerved by my actions

And afraid what I’d say

She smiled at me

And asked if I wanted them to stay

 

I thanked them

And told them I would be fine

Not to worry

I’ve accepted this sign

 

Ten years ago that little girl saved me

From making a choice that ends it all

Today she graduates

Boy, has she gotten tall

 

I’ll never forget that day

And the way her mother feared

Uncertainty ran wild amongst us

But it is no longer weird

 

I owe my life to them

And their cookies so yum

A simple act

Is not dumb

 

A girl and her mom

Helping me taught us a lesson

One simple act

Can change your depression

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Writing 101

Writing 101As of yesterday, I am participating in a course called Writing 101 by the DailyPost. It’s focused on helping me to write everyday as a habit, not as a chore. I mean, writing is never a chore, but sometimes you just do not want to write. So this will help me overcome that (hopefully). Today’s task was to create a list. I’ve decided to make a list of what I hope to accomplish through this course:

  • Become a daily writer
  • Keep better focus on my writing
  • Strengthen my writing skills
  • Prepare my fingers for the writing fury that is NaNoWriMo
  • Sense of accomplishment from completing this course and all it’s assignments
  • Bond better with other bloggers
  • Get to know the blogosphere
  • Expand my knowledge
  • Expand my reader
  • Know my readers
  • Gain confidence in my writing
  • Gains the strength to publish some polished fiction online
  • Edit my previous NaNoWriMo novels

That’s all that is coming to my mind right now. So we’ll head into the comment questions:

  1. Do you find that lists help you to organize your thoughts? Or restrict your flow of ideas?
  2. What’s a recent list you have made?
  3. Have you ever participated in a blogger class? What was your experience like?

Why do I write….

“Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself…It’s a self-exploratory operation that is endless. An exorcism of not necessarily his demon, but of his divine discontent.” – Harper Lee’

I capture emotions in my writing. I trap a moment in history. I release my fears onto the page, and I give a piece of myself to you. That is what writing is to me.

I write because it’s the only way I can think of to experience someone else’s thoughts. When you read a book, you are reading someone else’s mind. It’s a moment shared between you and the author. For that time, someone is experiencing life through you. The writer experiences it through their character. For a few moments, I am able to give my mind over to another personality and let them hold the reins for a while. They get to choose where to go, how to dress, and whom to befriend. It’s the only healthy way to experience multiple personalities. I can become a thief who dreams of robbing Fort Knox and slitting the throat of anyone who gets in my way, but I will not be chastised or ashamed of such thoughts because they are not mine to keep. I am giving them to another. I am letting them experience it as the character does. I want evoke the feelings of each character. I want you to feel the anxiety rise and rise as the moment of the character is expecting to occur to occur. I want you to be in that room with the man pushing himself onto you in your first time. I want you to feel as if you are walking down that dark alleyway with the girl after the late shift at the diner; feel the terror she experiences as the shadows down the way come into clear picture. The fear of seeing no escape. I want you to feel as I do when I am writing. I want readers to feel. That’s why I write. I write to give others the enjoyment and feeling I have with the characters; I write for them. That’s why I write fiction.

Now my blog is a little different. I write it to share and find common links between others and myself. My blog is about not feeling as if I am alone in this world. I want to know that others experience things in a similar way. I have to share my knowledge with them and give them a taste of my life. I want to give them a glimpse into my life and perhaps they want to do the things I do too. On the other hand, perhaps they do not. I want to give others that choice. I want to give them advice. I want to share with them,

It is a pretty basic need and want. I want to share my story with you, and I long to hear your take on it. I want to post comments back and forth with you for hours on end discussing things as if we were old friends. I want to experience my joys and sadness with you. I want to be there for you if I can. Simply put, I want to connect with you and become blogger friends. I want to make a real and true connection. Let’s be friends.

That’s why I write what I write.