I’m usually the person in the room that dreads an introduction, wishing I was coincidently forgotten in the crowd. I would always think to myself, where do I start? What will I say about my life that will be as interesting as my short stories? I also worry too much. I am immensely grateful that I have been asked to share my story.
I’ve always been someone to dabble in creative outlets. When I am stressed, I paint. When I am motivated, I write. When I need to relax, I read.
When I have something to say, I write.
Reapers Are A Girl’s BestFriend(ZATR #1)
Don’t get too close
Don’t get too close…
Didn’t your parents teach you not to play with sharp objects?
Be cautious… We know to be cautious.
Don’t rub on sharp objects
Don’t run with sharp objects
Don’t Be the one… To get hurt.
Don’t play with sharp objects.
Don’t be the one to get hurt.
They’ll say I told you so.
What if those sharp objects are words?
The words the blade
The person the handle.
They cut deep didn’t they?
Said things they swear they didn’t mean?
A knife is meant to cut an onion
Those words were meant to cut negative…
After weeks of convincing, I decided to download the Co-star app. Co-star dawned on me when I was reading my horoscope on Twitter. “Why not?” I thought. I remember my bestfriend and my sister asking me to join this app with them. This was so long ago, that they forgot they even asked me to download the app.
For those of you who are unaware, Co-star is an astrology app. Once you open the app, it prompts you to fill the database with your birthday, birth time, and birth location to conjure your birth chart. You’ll get your sun sign, moon sign, and rising sign, building daily messages based on those, as well as other signs. I didn’t want to download this app. It sounded like everything else. …
I’ll admit this wasn’t the best reading year for me. In 2019, I read at least 50 books. I didn’t read close to that in 2020.
This year, I would say I finished at least 20 books this year. That’s 20% of my expecting goal. Finished is important in describing my reading journey this year because I had the ambitious goal of reading 100 books this year.2020 sucked and I took it out on things that actually made me happy. I started many books and put them down soon after.
Struggling to find a source of income and avoid becoming ill to spread into my home had a lot to do with it. I’d try to enjoy a book and have my mind somewhere else. It was hard to get on my bookstagram. After all, I would feel shame and less of a book blogger. I wasn’t reading like I’d expect myself to, and I felt like I’m letting my supporters down. ( I know I’m not truly letting anyone down. The book community is the easiest community I’ve ever become a part of and I’m thankful for them. …
No, it’s not a coincidence you’re seeing this post.
If you clicked on this article, you’re one of two things:
It’s like an addiction watching the numbers go up. Or a pointless endeavor when you notice that the numbers don’t change instantly. It can get discouraging. …
Here are some things I learned being a content creator in 2020
Throughout 2020, I had these ambitious goals I wanted to achieve. Who didn’t? 2020 was supposed to be the perfect year for everyone.
The motivation for some of us died when humanity was struck with a life-threatening disease that grew into a pandemic. No one wants to leave your house, meet new people, meet old friends for that matter. It is completely understandable. Going to work was a death sentence to essential workers and to those that were laid off and struggled to find new work.
2020 for me was like a breaking news update. …
We have a small photoshoot inside — And make the best of a small white wall
Today was one of the coldest days here in my small town. Normally we would brave the cold and set up equipment to go outside and find a location.
Only, today also called for on again rain. My sister and I weren’t in the mood to haul a NEEWER N300 W in the rain today. Us, the cold and rain do not mix. So we had to improvise.
An arrow cuts wind in the blink of an eye. The wind carries the arrow wayward to a boulder and bends into itself.
“Lift up your arm, Atlas.When you shoot, you have to align…your elbow and your wrist to straighten your arrow.” says Atlas’ new friend Eli. Atlas liked how he was slow and articulate when he explained something. He met Eli only a week ago. A tall man of a deep golden brown complexion and average build that he suspected came from one of the villages further north.
Villages have been destroyed by an unknown force in the last few months and Atlas, unfortunately, was one of five surviving his own. He had no idea what happened, or why, but whatever it was completely levelled his town. His family with it. …