Flooding

I have so many thoughts going through my head right now.

First of all my dog is standing on the kitchen table. She’s not doing anything. She’s just. Standing there.

As much as would love to tell all 90 pounds of her to get off the table, that would be a battle that I just don’t want to fight right now.

Needless to say, I can’t sleep. Well I can sleep, it’s just I’m not actually sleeping. My mind is so full of thoughts I can’t shut down. On top of that I have 40 alarms set to make sure I don’t over sleep.

I’m currently experiencing overload.

Between college, being neck deep in author promotions, working, and trying to survive the Holidays. It’s rational to say that I’m overwhelmed.

I don’t even like the Holidays. Well I can’t say that I don’t it’s just the enjoyment has been sucked out of me due to Modern day society.

I love Christmas. I really do. It’s not that I don’t have time for, it’s just I can’t deal with it this year. So I’m taking a Holiday break this year. I’m going to hide at home while everyone is out shoving Christmas down each other’s throats. I will be very happy sitting on my computer writing, and drinking coffee until the Holidays are over.

Why?

Because I have excepted the fact that I am human, and I need to unwind every once in a while. If I’m doing what I love, does it really matter?

Hey everyone I’m the Grinch. I think people lose site of the fact that the Holidays are not a happy time for some people.  There are people out there who just want to spend the time to rest, for some it’s a traumatic time. Too often people don’t realize that not everyone wants to be yipper skipper during the holidays. And no, I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT HOLIDAY SHOPPING.

Okay, I’m stopping this to say, since when did Modern Society make getting in a fight at Walmart Thanksgiving night a Holiday tradition?

Oh what has happened people? People has happened.

 Wayfinding 

Once Ago someone saw,

An eager soul stretching for a lick of freedom. 

I see them now. 

They have no obligations. 

They feel no pain. 

They know the reaction. 

In truth they see by more. 

To them reality is a sore. 

Picking and Picking,

Blood falling down trickle,

Never doing what must be done. 

They saw it all by the pop of dusk,

 The light goes away,

And in the dark, 

The truth is far more fearsome.

Crowded with monsters, 

Skimming their teeth over our flesh,

Out of darkness,

We can return our sense of humanity. 

Find again our purpose,

Many ago we lost. 

Find a way,

Someone hasn’t seen.

Discovery: Part 3


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Once ago I thought I knew myself. But that was years ago. I’m me. Though I’m not myself.

I see all this time passing by and I think I should be different. Think I need to conform. I clench my eyes shut to pass away the voice inside my head.

Dammit I can still hear it. It never goes away.

My conscience. Is that what it is? Maybe.

All the maybes they drown. Not my soul. They drown my sense.

I’ve done a lot of changing. I’ve transitioned into different stages. I watch the News. I see all these things happening. I listen everyday, what’s going to happen?

I see it all, right here. Right in this exact moment.

I look across a field, glancing between the blades of grass. I can see her. Running, prancing, falling in love with the spirit of life.

She’s sprinting, she doesn’t see the hole. She falls in lost.

She comes back again. Staring back at me. Right here, she looks me in the eyes.

Gone again she goes, rolling through the hills, running through airports, jumping out of planes, and falling from skyscrapers.

I see her once again.

Right here, in my reflection.

 

 

 

 

 

(Discovery:Part 3)

Writer Support

I think the thing I enjoy most about writing other than the actual writing portion is writer support.

It still amazes me to this moment how writers from every where, all across the world, will support others that practice their craft.

I don’t know what anyone else thinks, but I think that is so beautiful. That really says something about the writing world. We all have a story to tell, but as writers we can make sure that no story ever goes unnoticed.

I’m in a writer’s group, I have been in some form or another for about 5 years now. The group I am in now is absolutely amazing. I learn something new every time we all meet. Now if you step back and take a look at our group. We have a former English/Journalism student, a Geologist, an author/mom, a math professor/author. We are all not just writers, we have other commitments, but we all make time to support each others writing careers and lives.

We have our own endeavors, but we all support each other.

Growing up I always thought writing was a reclusive thing, I loved it, but others frowned on it. As if they thought I never got out of the house and learned anything.

Now I’m grown up, I’ve made the writer world my home. It’s not reclusive. Nor does it not teach you anything. We as writer’s understand without writing, society would be nothing. There wouldn’t be books to educate with, there wouldn’t be libraries. Some of the smartest people in the world are writers. Writing is the framework of society.

That is why I will never not support other writers. When I go to events, I get so excited when I get to meet another author. You never know what ideas or new tools you or going to learn. Or you could possibly form a new friendship.

Writers will never die out because of some controversy society has caused. No, we are too strong for that. We teach about the controversy. As a whole, writer’s are what makes people understand.

All of us writers, together we are our own society.

“Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.”- Hermann Hesse