Day Four: Seven Things That Cross Your Mind A Lot

7. Its 2014. Why haven’t they invented a clothing dryer that can fold clothes yet?
6. If I spend time looking up better ways to manage my time, aren’t I procrastinating and therefore wasting time I was trying to manage?
5. Why are people so quick to judge others all the time? Why do they profess to be one way, yet act out in the exact manner they proclaim to abhor?
4. The effect my hasty words have on the people I love. Whether it is directly or indirectly about the person I am talking to, sometimes I fear I am too harsh, that I hurt without intent. And I hope people know I am sorry.
3. My Family are ever present in my thoughts. I love them and I spend time planning how I best can show them, care for them, and making sure I am helping to meet their needs.
2. My characters. When I am in the midst of writing, my character’s behaviors, actions, attitudes, and feelings flood my mind.
1. My coursework. I’m competitive when it comes to my studies. I obsess over getting everything just right so I can get the best grade possible. I am consumed with it.

Day Three: Eight Ways to Win My Heart

8. Be thoughtful and present enough to know when I need some tangible sign you’re still into me. - Send me flowers once in a while. Bring me home a small present with large personal meaning. Write me a love note. Hug me tight when I need it.
7. Spend time seducing my mind.
6. Kiss me like you’re starving for me.
5. Listen to what I have to say. I don’t want you to pretend you’re interested, or not even be interested at all…actually BE interested.
4. Look at me like I’m the only girl in the room.
3. When I do nice things, tell me that it makes you happy, and that I please you. That’s all I want.
2. Let me be comfortable enough to be myself with you, and not a version of myself that mirrors you.
1. Give me permission to stick my cold feet in between your legs to warm them up on particularly chilly nights.

Day Two: Nine Things About Yourself

9. I am left-handed. The nuns tried to force me to be right handed, but my mother would have none of it.
8. I’m studying to earn my Master’s in English Literature and Creative Writing.
7. My mind goes a million miles an hour, I am constantly reading or writing (See #8).
6. I have an irrational fear of escalators.
5. I lust after custom Kitchen-Aid Mixers. See why here.
4. I’m a sapiosexual being. The body part I find most attractive in another person is their mind. Looks matter not if you can’t seduce me with your mind.
3. Learning to tie rope knots is something that intrigues me right now.
2. I love the pain that comes with getting tattooed or pierced.
1. I am obsessed with men's shoulders. I don't quite know why.

Writing Challenge: Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now

10. Be genuine. Your fake friendliness is incredibly transparent. Being fake shows how little you value people including yourself.
9. Please for the love of god, stop sending me game requests on Facebook.
8. Life is difficult, but it’s also incredible. Don’t let the difficult bits make you bitter.
7. Just because I am a female doesn’t make me less intelligent. I have a brain, and I am going to use it.
6. I love you. No matter what is going on, you can always talk to me.
5. I miss you every moment of everyday. I never imagined not being able to hear your voice would be this incredibly painful. The thought you are in heaven and not here provides me little comfort. I wish I got the chance to see you before you left us.
4. As Elsa from “Frozen” sings… “LET IT GO”
3. I’m going to miss my deadline.
2. You can try to pretend you’re something you’re not, but you and I both know EXACTLY what you are.
1. I still love you with all the madness of my soul.

Monday Mouthful: Ten Day Writing Challenge

I stumbled across this ten day challenge out on the interwebs and thought it would be a good introspective exercise for the next few days. Sometimes, even though I can write thousands of words about my characters, its not so easy to talk about myself. I thought this challenge would push me to be more comfortable talking about myself.

If you are unfamiliar with it, it involves the following blog posts:

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you had never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

Thoughtful Tuesday - My Life is A Book

There are two people you'll meet in your life.

One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest.

The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most.

You will meet these two people; it is a given.

It is the third that you'll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.

Sunday Snippet - Erasing Memories of You

I'm posting something that left my mind wandering the other night for several hours. It could turn into a new novella, full novel, or maybe just an idea that gives birth to a chapter in something I am currently working on. I think it came about partially because I've been analyzing Frankenstein by Mary Shelley in my Brit Lit class, and I was up late watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.  Do you think its ever possible to actually ache for someone so much, that when they remove themselves totally from your life, you want the memories to be gone too?




She threw away everything he ever sent. Well, almost everything. She couldn't seem to get rid of the memories. She wanted to erase them. She wanted every synapse of thought that surrounded or involved him to be permanently gone. She had loved him. She hurt him. And he had hurt her immeasurably. She thought he loved her, but now she knew perhaps he didn't.

He insisted they remain friends so he could console himself with the knowledge she was still breathing, but suddenly he broke that promise and disappeared. Gone. Just like that. No hint that he was done. Just gone as if he never existed. He was out of her life as though she never meant a thing. Despite all promises on both sides all that was left was the day in and day out torturous thoughts. The smarmy phone taunted her. No text. No calls. No goodbye. No closure. An endless stream of waiting, wishing, and hoping he would contact her.

Couldn't she find someone willing to play Dr. Frankenstein and meddle with her mind? She ached for those memories to be erased. She wasn't asking for a lot, just about four months worth of proclamations of love, of shared desires, of feeling as though someone actually understood her.  If Clementine could do it in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, why couldn't she? She would change her name to Lacuna, move somewhere else, and never have to ache again for what would never be.