|Posted by Lori on November 7, 2015 at 9:30 PM||comments (0)|
November 7, 2015
I start out on a new journey yet again. Life has changed so much for me personally and as a writer.
I have completed my first short story series which was published on Channillo.com but lacked readership. So now I plan on publishing it on Amazon as a book.
I have been writing poetry online and with the tremendous support I ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on May 19, 2014 at 10:50 PM||comments (0)|
What is it about CAKE that people feel the need to cut it into perfect little squares?
Oh sure they say it's to get the most amount of pieces but I wonder if that's the whole truth? It seems to me that many people do not even finish a slice of cake: too much frosting, not enough frosting, cake's too dry, etc.
I wonder if those it-must-be-a-square-piece people mus...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on February 13, 2014 at 9:30 PM||comments (1)|
I scrolled back to see the date of my first post:
August 29, 2013
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This is the beginning of a new journey for me. I am not going to sit and
wish I could be a writer, I am going to just start w...
|Posted by Lori on December 23, 2013 at 7:10 PM||comments (1)|
There he is, quietly behind the scenes, working and serving to please others in the best way he knows how. He is masterful when it comes to his craft, layering unique details that often go undetected unless he tells or you ask. Keeping a keen eye on who likes what, he makes mental notes for future reference. You see, he really enjoys preparing these things for people, he knows how to make them happy. His heart goes into all that he does, though he will never a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on November 10, 2013 at 6:25 PM||comments (0)|
If I say that I skimmed through it and can recount many details, yet did not read every word I a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 24, 2013 at 4:00 PM||comments (0)|
Desperate to be released, thoughts enclosed in the depth of my mind stir. Complexities swirling, emotions charging, pressure so great the words burst out of my mouth unable to be controlled. Upon hearing the raw version of this composition leave my body, I try to craft it into some other form before it settles upon the ears of the recipient. Internal loathing and sheer embarrassment overcomes me as I scramble to make sense of what I just said. Why did I say that? If I wou...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 18, 2013 at 5:30 AM||comments (0)|
You cannot feel the texture of hope with your hand because it has the physical consistency ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 12, 2013 at 9:55 PM||comments (0)|
Slide your hand across the surface and tell me how it feels.
Walk barefoot on the floor and tell me how it feels.
Touch anything and tell me how it feels.
The counter feels slick as wet ice, the floor like smooth glass, the plant feels soft and delicate and the fabric feels like silk.
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|Posted by Lori on September 9, 2013 at 6:40 AM||comments (0)|
The only think I am thinking about when I make my bed is how it will feel when I get back in it. Since I like it to feel like an envelope when I get in, I make sure...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 7, 2013 at 7:30 AM||comments (0)|
At twelve years old I was most definitely going to be a teacher when I grew up.
Setting up my de...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 6, 2013 at 11:05 PM||comments (0)|
Already I am salivating just hearing those two words: maple syrup. Not the sticky corn syrup version the kids pour over pancakes, but the intoxicating, mind altering maple syrup that stimulates fond memories at the mere smell of it. The maple scent carries me away to a time when I was a child watching my Peperre pour hot maple syrup on freshly fallen snow for a candy like treat. With the family gathered around the metal pan of snow, we each waite...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 6, 2013 at 9:40 PM||comments (0)|
Writing Prompt: Write about a time it wouldn't stop raining.
One of the silliest times I had as a child was when it just wouldn't stop raining. My family took soap and shampoo outside and in our clothes we showered in the rain. Picture it if you can; a single house at the end of a dead end road surrounded by trees; mom, dad, brother and I dancing around the front yard rubbing shampoo in our h...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on September 5, 2013 at 9:50 PM||comments (0)|
Big words make me feel uneducated. I was so excited to tell a story the other day and someone wrapped up my story with one word, actually it was a phrase. She called it a stream of consciousness. I had never heard that before and wondered how one learns things like this.
It got me thinking though and I like that. I also like that what I was thinking about was WORDS. I have made a decision to learn new ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Lori on August 29, 2013 at 11:05 PM||comments (0)|
Writing Prompt: Your antagonist walks into your protagonist's bedroom. Describe it from the antagonists point of view, first person present tense.
There's a certain sadness you feel when you enter the bedroom of a man who's wife died many years ago, especially when it appears she has never left. Pink plush wall to wall rug with foot patterns on both sides of the bed, ceramic trinket boxes and overstuffed glass jewelry boxes set ...Read Full Post »