Hashtags come and go. It probably takes a long time on Twitter but I’m almost positive there are many hashtags that have gone by the wayside to vanish into the black hole of cyberspace. I like using hashtags. It’s an easy way for me to identify what I write and gives me an uncomplicated way … Continue reading #weekendcoffeeshare: Hashtags Going and Coming
This is my fourth post of the month. Each month, this post will be allotted to the Twitter hashtag, #amwriting. In this post, I’m continuing my story, ‘It was Him?’. Hope you enjoy it. 🙂 Did you miss part 1 on this story? [part 1] § Officer Tanner was a big burly man with clear … Continue reading #amwriting – It was Him? [part 2]
My favorite social media site is Twitter. I have yet to heard of any “backstabbing” there, let alone witness anything like that at this site. I can’t make the same claim to other social media sites. I’ve seen the tag, #amwriting, several times, yet, for reasons I can’t begin to fathom, I’ve never posted using … Continue reading #amwriting – It was Him?
As much as I love my husband, there are nights when his rocking, rolling, and snoring are just too much for me to put up with. I end up in the back bedroom on a bed that doesn’t have quite as good a mattress. Still, it’s quiet and cozy. Talking to other married women, I’ve … Continue reading Thoughts at Night
This is one of my own creations for this week’s exercise. I’m trying to show emotions without it standing out. Also, I’m trying to show inner strength and composure. § She could hear him in the bedroom opening and closing drawers. It was a familiar sound. One the woman heard every day. Yet today, it … Continue reading She Endured
As a writer, I’m going to show parts of me in whatever I write. It can’t be helped because it’s a personal pilgrimage. I will show fragments of myself within my work no matter whether I try to hide them or not. I can’t be devoid with my writing. Believe me, I’ve tried and it … Continue reading How Much of Me Do I Show?
It’s so close to Christmas that there is a softness in the silence, that is, when you have the time to notice. I thought for a while about writing something Christmassy, but I couldn’t think of what to write. It was driving me bonkers until I relented to the fact that my brain was not … Continue reading Bent On Seeing It Through