There’s a direct correlation between reading and writing for me. What does that mean, you ask? Simply put, the more I read, the more I write. Even if I read a book I absolutely could not stand, I can often get to the end and say, “Wow I really liked the way the author…” I’m always on the lookout for clever ways authors worked in various techniques. Ways that they spin old stories to make them fresh and new. And…
It all started simple enough, if you excuse the fact that I was in a grocery store on New Year’s Eve. It wouldn’t have happened if we could mandate that holidays like New Year’s Eve could always fall on a weekend, but no, they creep up on us on Mondays or Tuesdays even Wednesdays from time to time and catch you completely unawares. That was me. I was caught unawares. It’s embarrassing to admit, really it is. I generally feel…
There’s a monster who lives under my bed. It rattles, and gnaws. It crashes and bumps. Mum says nothings there, but still I plead Until Dad comes to peek, and seems to agree, For all he can see are the fuzzy dust bunnies. But, I know it’s real, with thick orange fur. And purple horns upon its head, I saw when it ran past me in a blur! Its feet are so big, they bounce my bed. I squeeze my…