swellsbennett
What is a divorce but a treaty between two warring parties?
Writing is cathartic: a way of emptying out the brain and burning the trash that filled it.
My husband came home with a cap today. It is black leather, and looks like something an Irishman -- like my husband -- would wear. His father, an incurable bargain hunter, found it for him at one of the many thrift shops he frequents.
What's are necessities in my life? Something to write with (be it paper and pen or computer) and a bottle of anything caffeinated. Beyond those items, I'm flexible.
Sometimes my heart plots
With memories to convict
My guilt-ridden soul
When I thought about writing as a child, I remember wanting to be a reporter -- someone who tracked down stories and shared them with the world. As I got older, I realized writing fiction was easier -- no one would ever question a plausible fiction the way they do facts.
I love architecture. Older buildings are the most fascinating to me -- and usually have the most personality. Only builders born of the industrial age and later could think that tract homes are a good idea.
I rarely have any dilemmas. Decisions are generally easy for me to make. The biggest problem I run into is whether to cook or eat at a restaurant -- this problem can be solved by simply failing to plan a meal.
How does one transform the world? One good decision at a time. One friendly smile, one kind word, one positive change.
People say all sorts of things will stunt your growth. Me, I always was willing to give it a try: cigarettes, alcohol, too much caffeine. Whatever. Nothing worked -- I'm six feet tall. Or maybe it did work: I was supposed to be seven feet.
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