Questions for the Wicked

Would you be proud,

If you knew you were the beginning of the end?

Would it be easy for you,

To start the downward spiral of a trend?

Do you have a heart,

Or just a solid block of ice?

Are you always cold,

Or do you know how to make nice?

Do you know there’s a price to pay,

In the land of misdeeds?

Is it everyone’s misery,

Of which you like to feed?

Do you realize how fake you really are,

Or are you oblivious to it all?

Is this what you enjoy,

Making others fall?

Do you know you’re heartless,

Or do you even care?

Do you know that before you,

We were the perfect pair?

Are you happy with yourself,

Knowing what you’ve done?

Do you feel bad at all,

Or is this your idea of fun?

Bed? Poetry?

Well, I was getting ready to head to bed. But then something hit me like a ton of bricks. It was a poem. I haven't written poetry since high school. I'm not really sure what to think of it, but it's there. Now, I am hopefully off to bed this time.

Her Reality

She was always the one to blame,

It could never be anyone else.

It didn’t matter where the proof was aimed,

It was always her.

In a world filled with pain,

She never felt good enough.

Worthless, emotionally drained;

That was all she felt.

Nobody seemed to understand,

She was always the enemy.

Everybody listened to second-hand,

Instead of finally seeing reality.

She very rarely felt loved,

Even when told she was.

She wished to be with the angels up above,

Instead of feeling how she felt.

He could never see how he treated her,

He destroyed her emotionally.

He could never see what the effects were,

Of his words and actions.

Whether or not he cared,

That was still in question.

To ask she rarely dared,

Out of fear of his reaction.

She loved him,

That much was clear.

The reality was dim,

On how he felt about her.

She knew it wasn’t fair,

How she was made to feel.

He was unaware,

Of the unconditional love.

Nothing was the same,

As it once was.

She didn’t know who was to blame,

But she still stayed.

She prayed for change,

In hopes things would get better.

She knew it was strange,

To stay as she did.

She held onto hope,

As well as her dreams.

She tried to cope,

With her reality.

new story in the making

I have begun writing my newest story. I did all of the planning for it last night and wrote the first six paragraphs. Tonight I spent a good amount of time working on it after I got done doing some other work. The story is now ten pages long and 5,782 words. I am really liking it so far. I think it may end up being another long one. I won't give away what it's about, but it will be an emotional roller coaster for some readers. Well, most to be honest. I still hope that everyone who reads it will like it.

I have gotten a lot of positive feedback from people about my first novella. It really means a lot to me to know I have actual readers. This is a new thing for me. I have never exposed my work to the public before, so having so many people support me in this means a lot to me. People I haven't talked to in years are even reading and liking my work. It is definitely my readers that keep me going.

Well, I am off to bed for the night. The morning will come awfully quick. However, tomorrow I will be putting more time into the new story.

and the ideas keep coming

I've been very lucky since I started this. I haven't run out of ideas (knock on wood.) It's funny what weird things inspire me. A lot of my stories come from some aspect of my own life, whether past or present. However, some even come from friends. I really enjoy writing. It is truly like a therapy to me.

I have been very happy with the feedback I have been getting from everyone. It really keeps me motivated to continue on. When I was much younger, my biological father decided to tell me that my writing was crap and that I would never amount to anything. I don't care if he finds this blog and reads what I'm saying. The fact of the matter is, I am doing things with my life with or without his support. I am proud of myself. I am glad that his words then are not affecting my goals of now.

I have also been very lucky and blessed to have such an awesome fiancé. Dave has read everything I have written so far and has given me some awesome advice along the way. He hasn't read the novella yet, only because of work. He said he will read it tomorrow evening.

Now for a nice little update. I have gotten my next idea. I'm not sure what it will end up being as far as short story, novella, etc. I am just going to write and see where it takes me. I really like the idea behind this one. So, hopefully once I finish everyone else will like it too.

Also, to anyone who wants to share my links amongst friends, family, etc; feel free. I would like to get my work read. So, the more people who share my links, the better.

Well, that's about all for one night. It is definitely way past my bedtime.

just an update

Well, I have spent the last few days working on An Unconditional Mistake. It was supposed to be my first short story after my creative writing workshop. However, I got super carried away. It is a novella because of it's length. I really hope everyone likes it.

It's time for me to do some work, but I will be thinking about my next idea for a short story. I'm hoping my next one with be a short story. I wanted to save novels and such for after my work develops more.

Novella-Sentimental

An Unconditional Mistake