A treasured colleague recently told me, "I usually like it when I got a crisis moment...it energizes me." I won't disagree; crisis or rifts can mean upcoming change, though not always positive and productive. But even after the storm, we do eventually experience a calm, a reprieve. But it's been raining in my writing life …
Category: Life Into Fiction
-Wheeze- Are Ghosts Real?
Put a like on the post if you understand the wheeze reference in the title. You are also free to comment "no," and a headshake 'no' if you really understand it. If you don't, check out Buzzfeed Unsolved with Ryan and Shane (they're older now as the two have moved on to make their new …
For My Eyes Only
I used to follow an online comedian who did amazing skits with herself using filters, apps, and hilarious script writing to play different characters of herself. I later read her autobiography which indulged in all of the backstory of how she went from being a wannabe actress to addiction issues and then a family life …
Librarian For Hire…No, Seriously, Hire Me!
My entire life, I've been raised on check lists. Go to school? Check! Get good grades? Check! Do your studying and stay out of trouble? Check! College? Check! Masters degree? Check! As a result of the checked checklist, I've been told I'm entitled to: the job I want, a house, a decent life. I am …
The Emotional Writer: Writing Angry
When I was writing my capstone project, Seedling (seriously, check it out on the page), I was much too eager to write in all of my problematic relationships and using my main character as the funnel for some personal vendettas. No, really, I melted the face off one character who was loosely based off an …
The Moth In My Chest
Warning: the following post contains self-harm habits and mental health distress. Reader should proceed with caution. I have learned to embrace the wiggle-tickle in my chest. It's been there since I was small and the morning of each school day was framed with a nervous outlook that never changed, except perhaps on Fridays when I …
“It Was a Creative Shut Up”
I was sitting in our senior capstone course under the direction of our program's director. It was the course to help guide us towards our capstone presentations to showcase either a research paper or creative project based upon our knowledge and showmanship of what we had gained at Oklahoma City University. It was an easy …
Band Is Not The Only Elective
In my middle and high school years, I had a pretty awful experience with my band elective. It wasn't bad at the school district I started playing flute at in Mustang schools, but when we moved to a far away town in SE OK, this new talent I was fond of became a begrudging chore …
While I Pondered, Weak and Weary
If you went through a literature gothic phase in high school, as many literature lovers do, you recognize the title of this post from The Raven by none other than Mr. Edgar Allen Poe. It's still one of my favorite writings ever, a poem I even went to speech competition and monologued it (they said it was a poor choice for such a "common" poem as if that word could ever be applied to Poe, the uncultured fools). But it's this very line that won't shake from my head. It's hard to not think about it when some days, it's all I can feel: Weak and weary.
Love, Yourself/Hiccups and Heart Attacks
No, I did not mistakenly add that comma. I am quoting myself (takes a lot of ego to do and admit that, right?) from the other day. I am at a new job, one that is what I dreamt for myself for years: a professional position working for some professional bosses that will lead me on a professional career (and has me dressed in professional business attire that make me feel like Pretty Woman walking down the street). Yes, there's a theme there, but anyway...
The World of Abigail Rose 