talent is cheaper than table salt. what separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work. -Stephen King growing up, my home was an inspired one. positive, creative energy burst through windowsills and slid under door cracks. creativity was abundant in the air we breathed, the energy that kept me… Continue reading The Curse of the Creative
her hands rose to her face wearily. bags carrying too many nights of missed rest settled beneath her brown eyes. she yawned, stuck one finger deep into her fro and scratched. sitting here was unproductive. it suddenly occurred to her that nothing about this desk or this small laptop said success; it was messy and… Continue reading my messy arse desk– an observation
Thirty. Ah yes, the big three-oh. The age when women start keeping track of ovulation cycles and mourning each egg lost during monthly visits. The time when a woman examines her face in the mirror and takes note of each wayward line and makes a promise to her (now obviously fragile) reflection to not laugh… Continue reading Dirty Thirty
two boys around the age of eight or nine ramble around the local Dollar Tree trying to decide what they want. they run down the candy aisle noisily, knocking over a shelf of Twizzlers, then throw them back haphazardly. people notice them, frown, annoyed that there are no parents governing their behavior. the blond one,… Continue reading Two Sweaty Dollars
well... Happy 2012 everyone. 🙂 hope the first week of the new year has been awesome for you all. mine has been pretty filled with writing, but that's no different than any other week i suppose. annyhooo.. if you're new to the Sliding Doors series, feel free to acquaint yourselves right up there ^ next… Continue reading Sliding Doors: Part X
i love art. sculpture, painting, chalk, collage, photography, classical, romantic, modern ... i have a sincere appreciation for most art forms, as i consider writers a certain type of artist. somewhere hiding in a box marked "Old Stuff" in a corner of my mom's basement, is a box full of my sketches, chalk works, and… Continue reading Because I Love Art: Ai Weiwei
if you had a friend that spoke to you in the way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend? yesterday, as i clicked through my daily reads outside of the black blogosphere, most of them sites like Pick The Brain, Lifehack and CNN, i came across a… Continue reading Are You A Good Friend… To Yourself?