Good afternoon, Cyberspace,
Four years ago, back when I was but a smol bean beginning high school, graduation was just a distant fantasy in the blip of a horizon that was my future. It was a dream. A nightmare. A complex idea that I did not know how to comprehend.
Graduation was, to me, the end of my existence. It was the day when everything ended.
It was the day that I would die. Continue reading “6 Things I Have Learned From Being A Freshly Graduated Asparagus”
I have a confession to make, Cyberspace.
I am no longer a writer.
I know, I know. How dare I, the Smudgiest Thought, type those words in that precise order? How could I even think that I was not a writer? I’ve got the blog, I’ve got the notebooks, I’ve got the pens and pencils and all the office supplies needed for writing. I have every single thing necessary to be a writer.
Everything except the time to actually sit down and do it.
Continue reading “I Am No Longer A Writer.”
Good morning, cyberspace!
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about writing. And I mean a LOT. More so than I usually do. This is due largely to the fact that I just slapped together
finished my novelette, Gretel, and am trying to sort through all my ideas and pick just one to write for NaNoWriMo. Read me!!!
Good morning, Cyberspace!
As this is the very first post for Smudged Thoughts, I thought it would be best to give you guys a little bit of a window into how strange I–and all other writers out there–truly am. Because we all know that when it comes to being a writer, there are numerous amounts of rather bizarre things that we do–things that would throw most people into an asylum or a slammer, depending. Yet as writers, we are able to pass these things off as normality (and we do it quite frequently, mind you), with just one, simple little phrase:
“I’m a writer.” Read the rest