Don’t be afraid to scribble your soul onto paper. Never fear what someone else may think. Do your thing…paint the world with your thoughts. This world could use more of that beauty. Be well, and thanks for reading.
Dreams and goals; two important words that pack a whole lot of meaning. If it’s one connecting factor between us all, it’s that most of us possess some sort of dreams and goals. We all want to do something and be something and accomplish something. Most of us want to, in our thoughts, become the product of those aspirations. We have the power to do just that, and we’ve heard that concept a million times. Thoughts are a good start, and actions will progress those thoughts one step further. Become an alphabet; become whatever word, sentence, phrase, or book that you want to be. Do something today to add a few great lines to your own story. Be well, and thanks for reading.
Just a little wordplay. Be well, and thanks for reading.
Something about this week’s space conjures warmth. Warm, calm feelings. Afternoon sunshine, coffee, tea, friends and family. It’s a simple space with small, thoughtful details, subtle accouterments, and large glass, allowing the nature to slip in seamlessly. There’s quiet here, and peace. And books. Let the daydreams commence.
This week’s space says a lot, without having to say too much. And in that vein, I won’t say too much about it. A space like this has the visual power to speak for itself, in its clean, unobstructed lines, a sparseness that opens up the room and allows it to breathe in the ample sunlight, and a layout that positively emphasizes the remaining surrounding elements. And not to mention, there’s a beautiful nook dedicated to the owner’s impressive book collection. That’s the cherry on top. Let the daydreams commence.
Here’s a snippet from an upcoming short story. Thanks for reading.
The day that my potato exploded in the microwave was an eye opener. It was a sign…an omen. A message from the powers that be. Maybe I’d nuked that fucker for too long, or maybe I just didn’t give a shit. Either way, that little vegetable bastard decided to commit culinary suicide and blew itself spud first all over the confines of the microwave with a mere five seconds left. I mean, c’mon…it couldn’t have kept its composure for a measly five more seconds? Suck it up, god damn it! I had no money left, I had no lunch, and I was hungry enough to eat the scum out of the bottom of a homeless man’s shoes. It was definitely a sign…an omen…a message from the powers that be.
Sometimes a room is sleek and clean and minimal. Other times, it’s bold and breathtaking and thought provoking. And then there are times when it’s so outlandishly ridiculous, that it becomes instantly amazing. This week’s space is that sort of room. The owner of this home obviously has a mountain of books, and perhaps minimal horizontal space in which to expand. So what do you do? Go up. This vertically dominant room soars to the heavens in a dangerously curious way. It’s design is peculiar, dangerous, but rather creative, and either way, the owner’s precious book collection remains intact and precariously accessible (by way of a twenty foot ladder). This is certainly a book lover’s room. Let the daydreams (or nightmares for those afraid of heights) commence.