I write…

I write. I write because no one cares to listen to what say. I write to purge the angst from my soul, to liberate myself from the weight that threatens to burden me beyond endurance. I write because I have something to say, a piece of me that I want to share. I write because …

Needs

I had planned on getting an early start today. My schedule at work had me working from 5:45 this morning until 2:45 this afternoon. By 4:00, I should have been here at home, manuscript beside me while I imputed the corrections into my laptop. My plans never seem to pan out. Damn you! I ended …

This is the year….

This is the year... ...that I stop procrastinating, ...that I stop making excuses, ...that I stop allowing my insecurities dictate my course, ...that I accomplish my life's ambition, ...that I start anew and let go of that which holds me back. This is the year it all comes together. New year, new beginnings. I hope …

Success or failure: What do I choose?

I'll never make it as a writer... I can hear the voices clearly sometimes. You're not good enough. No one will ever want to read your stuff. Why do you even try? The voices are jerks. I hate the voices in my head. The voices are my own insecurities and doubts. Fear keeps me from doing what …