Writers manipulate
things
for their art
for their story
for their characters
for their imagery
They’ll do anything
for the experience
so they can write about it
Hey girl, stop right there
you ain’t no writer.
cc
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
is it bad that I like the Weasley’s house the best..?
he had the most loving home, so no
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An Impulse
I haven’t been on here in a little while. I haven’t written anything worthwhile in an even longer amount of time. No poetry. No flighty prose. No tumbling of feelings into something that resembles an introduction to creative writing type assignment. I haven’t really felt like it.
And then tonight something stirred inside of me again. I felt like writing. I didn’t feel like writing anything in particular but I felt like trying. I felt like silence and solitide awaited me and I wasnt alarmed; not in the least bit. I just turned Meshell off…I love her but I need to hear myself think.
I’ve been reading fiction. I don’t mean that in the plural sense of the word. One book…Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s “Half of a Yellow Sun.” I have the last tiny chapter left. It was simply splendid. I haven’t read something that wasn’t assigned to me in probably over 2 years. I’ve struggled when I’ve made myself read for “leisure.” But, this relationship was different. Her writing style was simple to get lost in. Her imagery was lucid and believable and the story was captivating.
It’s a shame when you learn about your history through an author’s fiction. It’s a cruel joke. It’s painful. We didn’t learn about Nigerian history when I was in primary school. We learned about Europe and America and all that jazz. I feel bamboozled. I feel ashamed. I feel angry. I feel sad.
I want to shake those folks in that sleeping giant. I want to look them in the eyes and ask them why we continue when we now know better.
I’ve suddenly lost all desire to continue writing…
—Haha!
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I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life. I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Dr. Maya Angelou
Some Ish I Wanted To Write Down…
It’s almost the end of 2011 and this has by far been the hardest year of my existence. I realize that lately a lot of my emotional fluctuation and disappointment has come from expectations I set not being met. I need to realize that in relation to this situation I am not allowed to have any expectations. Just because we see each other doesn’t mean our sensitive and complicated situation has changed. It doesn’t mean she wants to be with me or that she trusts me. Blah. Blah. Blah. While I still have a goal at hand, I need to let shit go and start living. I’ve made progress but I need to progress further. Just wanted to note these thoughts because I might need to call upon them at a later time/date.
Here’s to growth.
It’s a time-honored tradition at Navy homecomings – one lucky sailor is chosen to be first off the ship for the long-awaited kiss with a loved one.
Today, for the first time, the happily reunited couple was gay.The dock landing ship Oak Hill has been gone for nearly three months, training with military allies in Central America.
As the homecoming drew near, the crew and ship’s family readiness group sold $1 raffle tickets for the first kiss. Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta bought 50 - which is actually fewer than many people buy, she said, so she was surprised Monday to find out she’d won.
Her girlfriend of two years, Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell, was waiting when she crossed the brow.
They kissed. The crowd cheered. And with that, another vestige of the policy that forced gays to serve in secrecy vanished.
By Corinne Reilly
The Virginian-Pilot
© December 21, 2011
I can be cold too. I just do it differently than you.
Me
