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My Conundrum 1 This morning, on the way to drop off my daughter off at school, we passed a gruesome sight- a cat squashed on the side of the road, its internal sundries spread several yards down the road. This kind of thing upsets me- puts a dark cloud on the day. Besides being a cat lover (general anim
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Chocolate chip and walnut (or pecan) pie…yup that feeds my thoughts. Now I can concentrate on some ideas that have been swirling around my thoughts lately-- ideas that could be useful in future writing, or perhaps just introspection to help sort out me. 1 Heroes In one of those survey contests I’ve b
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1 So, I have been scanning pictures, going through old documents and old school stuff like artwork, writings, etc. Doing this is an attempt to organize my life and compile my life history. I was excited about this at first- it gave me a worthwhile project to pursue. I’m not that far along, but I haveby Nickelspring on Jul 26 10:26 PM, In My own personal thoughts, Noguest. 800 words. → 13 comments, Add one?
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I started my writing journey, naively, saying I wanted to write science fiction and fantasy short stories and perhaps progress to novels. In my quest to be this Writer, I have learned many things, not the least of which is that I write what I feel, not what I want. I was miserably unsuccessful at writing short storby Nickelspring on May 18 9:27 AM, In My life, My own personal thoughts. 500 words. → 22 comments, Add one?
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My tears flow freely this morning as I contemplate the passing of my beautiful cat, Kipper. She was 16 and her body just never was able to recover from being attacked by an animal some weeks ago. I dressed and cleaned her wounds, which seemed to get better, but her body gave out anyway. She struggled last night andby Nickelspring on May 6 11:10 AM, In Death, Depression, Personal. 400 words. → 6 comments, Add one?
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When I chose to start writing again after years of neglect, I unwittingly put in motion a soul-excavating journey. I have discovered a passion for language, words, rhyme, rhythm and an undeniable power in poetic expression- a feeling of being alive and a desire to explore what I can do and who I am. Along with thisby Nickelspring on Feb 24 9:38 PM, In My own personal thoughts, Noguest, Surfacing. 400 words. → 2 comments, Add one?
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When I was very young, perhaps 5, my Mother took me to an amusement park. There was a fun-looking kiddy ride that had little planes attached with big metal arms to the central hub that spun them in a circle, lifting them into the air to spin. There was no line so my Mom and the attendant strapped me in. I was the
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I watched a documentary on ETV about making moonshine. It focused on this wizened old coot that was a lifer in the business. As they filmed him and his buddy making 180 proof whiskey, I watched, mesmerized. The moonshine man explained about the thumping the still made, and danced to it- calling it the Thump Keby Nickelspring on Feb 14 9:46 PM, In Contemplative, Family history, Personal. 700 words. → Make first comment?
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