A little free writing in nature.
Free writing in da club.
My journey to a novel: scene development.
My journey to a novel: the struggles.
apricate; to bask in the sun
fyrgebræc; distinct, sharp crackling or breaking sound made by a fire
‘Tis afterwords that everything is understood. Old Irish Saying It’s hard to look up to the sky and trust in the faith that everything happens for a reason. When things skip a beat or turn around, it leaves trails of…
Noun: the end of the day, evening (old English) The sun dipped behind the trees that stood jagged and tall around the crumbing path of dirt and rock. A light wind rustled between leaves and pinecones dangling from branches above.…
It didn’t happen until this summer—the summer the stress went away, the summer she was coming back. It all started with the color green—in her eyes, her clothes, and everywhere outside. It was life and joy among dirt and failure.…
Writing Prompt: a storm, the old oak tree, a scar.