Sunday, June 14, 2015
As I tried journalism, I realized that that occupation wasn't for me. Never knew why?
Then I tried Creative Writing. I still struggle to get a sentence finished. I skip letters and words due to writing anxiety. Maybe not for me either.
I graduated 17 years ago in Journalism, and 13 years ago in Creative Writing... A long time ago... And only today did I notice that I could never work as a journalist because I am not a good listener. And I might never publish a novel as I am to anxious to finish writing or reading any fiction. I prefer poetry.
And that explains why I ended up being an international languages instructor because I am a crazy talker.
Friday, June 12, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
____________________ The good memories are vague The painful ones stay Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep...
"With eyes wide open, it is getting away from me..." I love dancing, singing, drawing, coloring, writing, changing my hair, my sh...