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Writing will be my life.
Short rapid breaths, erupting from my deep sleep, eyes open wide, mind racing about what has happened. I rush to find my little black notebook, I keep it with me for emergencies; like this one. The weight of the notebook in my shaky hands almost immediately calms my breathing. The blank paper waiting for my words slows my anxiety ridden thoughts. I have never been good at writing or reading cursive but these pages beg for new things everyday. I have so many Moleskine notebooks, each one with its own purpose. I spent hours with each one, pen and pencil; practicing everyday. They are beautiful, professional, filled with scribbles of my own creations; dreams mostly.
By Dominique Taylor5 years ago in Journal
The Bio That Would Not Fit
Greetings! I was born on May 23, 1964 and given the name Kelly Ann Christman. I have experienced much in my life thus far ranging from the mundane to the thrilling, the depressing to the joyous, defeating to succeeding. I was a daughter first, but no more. My parents are both deceased. I became a sister and still am. I’ve been a friend to many and remain a friend to some. I’ve been a wife three times and an ex-wife just as many. I am currently a mother, aunt, cousin, grandmother, great-aunt, employee and co-worker. A girlfriend or a wife I am not. These are the labels our society gives to certain relationships. They are what they are, but who am I? I am a creator.
By Kelly Ann Christman5 years ago in Journal
A Day In The Life Of A Social Distancing Full-Time Writer
I’ve read so many stories on the inventions that Plato and his band of geniuses invented while quarantined from some pandemics. Or how a well-known author wrote a bestseller while quarantined or isolated in the Kilimanjaro mountains (kidding).
By Sarah Nderi5 years ago in Journal
How I enhanced my career using an incident in 2018 where my dog killed my neighbour’s pet bird.
One spring morning in late March 2018, my dog, a Japanese Tosa I named Archibald (after the Scottish Geologist) found his way into my neighbour John’s back garden, entered his house using an opened back door, and killed and ate his pet budgerigar (called Muffin). At the time, it wasn’t clear what had happened. John was knocking every door on the street asking if anyone had seen Muffin, owing to how his back door was open, and seeing as Muffin is uncaged, had likely escaped. A few days later, when Archibald relieved himself in my kitchen, did an undigested beak present itself, prominently sticking out of my pet’s earthy filth.
By Arthur Targe5 years ago in Journal
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By EnquiryMart5 years ago in Journal
Today I Got up off the Sofa and Forced Myself to Write
It has been one of those, lazy, unintentional Saturdays. Having not set the alarm, I was shocked to discover that I’d slept until 10 am. I’m an early bird through and through, so this was a shock to the system.
By Violet Daniels 5 years ago in Journal
A Storm In A Coffee Cup
A Tuesday morning in February - ordinary, charmless, banal. My watch reads ten to nine. Only ten minutes until I’m due at my desk to begin another day of beleaguering grind. The wind whistles past the tramlines whirring overhead. Frigid and sharp this morning. Wind blows through channels in between the old warehouses and glass-clad office blocks. It tears into my face like butchers’ knives. My breath turns into a fine mist. My skin’s so cold it burns. Warm tears cascade from my dreary eyes and crystallise on my cheeks. Why must I endure the bleakness of these mornings? Wages. The shamelessness of it. The tyranny. We’re all governed by forces greatly vaster than the ones we anticipate.
By Donald Quixote5 years ago in Journal
Business Opportunities for the Home Worker
Call me a homemaker. Call me a domestic engineer. At the core of it all, I'm a stay-at-home mom. Some say that stay-at-home moms have the hardest job in the world. This may or may not be true, but one thing is: the job doesn't pay (at least in a financial sense). That's why I decided that, once all of my kids were old enough to go to school, I would go from a homemaker to a home worker.
By andre medy5 years ago in Journal
Permission to Just be Okay
Can I be honest about something? I’m kind of a slut for New Year’s. All of the pomp and occasion and counting down and champagne (sometimes too much of that one, whoops) and - and - well, especially and- the way I let myself completely and utterly off the hook until the ball drop.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Journal
