|Castinet Vakir: hero, widower, and amnesiac.|
Life AfterI’m unexpectedly rested when I awaken. I’d anticipated lawn care waking me up, but they evidently didn’t come today—at least not yet. Maybe they’re running late, or maybe the weather’s no good for them. While I’m glad for the sleep, this only means they’ll come later. Hopefully I’ll be at work by then.Life After by ~Faraleigh
My alarm hasn’t gone off yet either. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep longer. Grabbing my phone, I flip it open to check the time. It’s dead, though, and I chastise myself for forgetting to plug it in last night. I correct the oversight and am unable to ignore my internal clock. It’s time to get up.
Closing the doors of the bathroom, I hit the light switch. Nothing happens. It takes me a moment of standing in the dark to try it a few more times. Still nothing. They must be doing electrical work on the building. Nice of the office to warn us.
I go put on my glasses, fetch some candles from my room, and head to the li
Reading as a WriterHave you ever set down a book for good because you found something in it you don’t like? If you want to write, I suggest that bad habit end now.Reading as a Writer by ~Faraleigh
Why, you ask? Because everything you read—and I mean everything–has positive value for you as a writer. Stephen King, and any author worth his or her salt, is a huge advocate of writers reading massive amounts.
Again you ask, why? How can everything be useful? There are a number of reasons and I’ll cover as many as I can.
Reading bad literature teaches you about yourself and shows you what to avoid—or at least how not to do something—in your own work. If you run across something that you don’t like, stop and ask yourself why you don’t like it. Is it just a personal preference? Was it out of place or poorly executed? Does it contradict something from earlier? As soon as you figure out the “why” of something’s badness, you learn a little about yourself and you
DepressionDon't know if we were meant to be or if it was just the circumstancesDepression by ~Faraleigh
I find comfort in your arms when I hear what I don't want to hear
you sweep me off to a world with just the two of us
I seek out songs that remind me of you
You monopolize my attention
You never let me forget my mistakes
love you to the detriment of everyone and everything else
Try to keep away but want you when you're here
I love you to tears
you leave no room for anything else
You tell me I can be your Juliet while I drive home from work
You make me want to hurt myself (but I know better)
You play the part of a muse but steal my will/strength
You tempt me with lies (new environment=/=happiness)
I know I should care but I don't - I know my ordinary responses even though you cloud my thoughts with despair
I hate the way I love you
you make me contemplate the darkest of desires
witness protection of the couch/restraining order in a pill - retreat at the threat
substances are my only escape
You make me lie with my smil