Tagged: writing

Story Time Saturday – Random story excerpts.

Just a random excerpt from an as yet untitled story. Kick back and enjoy, and thank you for reading.

The phone's ringing jarred him unpleasantly from his daydreams, and he carelessly decided against answering it. His thoughts were much more interesting than any words on the other end of the line. He looked over his shoulder at her, and watched as her hair fell gently over her eyes, and he longingly watched as she guided the strands softly behind her ear. He drank the image of her in like water, and silently admired her beauty. She was the stuff of his daydreams, and he watched her fingers delicately glide across the keys on her keyboard, beautiful hands that were very much a major player in his thoughts. Her eyes were so welcoming…the kind that you want to lose yourself in. The kind that make you want to say “to hell with the world”, and remain in forever. They were a world in themselves, a secret refuge. She caught him staring at her at that moment, and flashed him the loveliest of smiles, so inviting, so genuine, a smile that opened the door to her own secret world.

Quotes from the Vault – Inner Peace.

My father often reminds me, "it's always something." Life does indeed tend to throw some curveballs, fastballs, and pretty much everything else at us; we can either get slammed in the face with those pitches, or we can try our best to swing hard and knock them out of the park. How we respond to adversity matters greatly. Best of luck to all, and thanks for reading.

Library Lusting.

There are many great combos in life; french fries and ketchup, Batman and Robin, coffee and my mouth, and (drum roll, please) books and sunshine.  It’s the perfect pairing, and this room is a comfortably complete addition to that grouping.   It tidily intersects natural lighting with a handsomely useful workspace, and then throws in the mother of all reading nooks for good measure.  Who wouldn’t love to nestle in that monstrous window seat with a good glass of something, and just disappear into a few hundred pages (or into the view, which I’m imagining is stellar)?  And a fireplace, too?  C’mon, it doesn’t get any better.  This, my friends, is most certainly a book lover’s room.




Poetry – The Sky. 

Sometimes you need to just stop what you’re doing, take a few deep breaths, and look up at the sky.  Let its colors cleanse the palette of your mind.  Put down the phone (unless you’re using it to read this post, wink wink), close the laptop, turn off the computer…or the TV…and relax.  Unplug.  It tends to put things into perspective for me…maybe it will for you too.  Best of days to you all, and thank you for reading.

Poetry – Endurance.

Survival is a beautiful thing.  As is endurance.  This race that we’re all on is a challenging thing; it can eat us up and tear us down just as quickly as it can build us up and see us to the finish line. Our perspectives matter.  Heart matters.  Courage matters.  These building blocks create a focus and a drive that kicks into high gear when survival mode emerges.  We all have it inside of us already, this gritty determination.  The instinct to not only survive, but to thrive, is already there.  Let’s let it shine through. 

Best of days to all!