She is an infernoWith flames from Her fingers.Her bones are kindling forHer own fuel.She leaves embers in Her footfalls,Smoke with every breath.Burning bridges and eating the ashes,She grazes on the fields of Her past. Palms that produce white-hot magma, And you harden under Her grasp.She is a wild fire that consumes the hearth of your... Continue Reading →
CW: Brief talk of suicidal ideation I’ve always been a loner. Sounds cliché, I know, but it’s true. I joke all the time about my introverted ways, laugh at memes about how quiet we are, how we flake out of plans at the last minute, and am sometimes proud of the fact that I can... Continue Reading →
Two nights ago, I drowned. It’s one of my worst fears, to drown in dark water and not knowing what lurks around me as I struggle to break through the surface. I didn’t experience the drowning, though, only dreamed it, but even in the dream I didn’t feel myself dying. There were pictures of me... Continue Reading →
In my post on December 9, I talked about completing and winning NaNoWriMo 2020, something I never thought I could ever accomplish. The challenge seemed daunting to me because I had never taken on one that huge, and I never fleshed out the idea that I had for my novel. It proved to be quite... Continue Reading →
I told my therapist last week that I felt proud of myself for the first time in years because I challenged myself and succeeded. I rarely give myself a pat on the back as, like many creatives, I am my own worst critic. I signed up for NaNoWriMo this year because I would have the... Continue Reading →
Every year it comes and I watch from the sidelines. My fellow writers get excited for National Novel Writing Month, AKA NaNoWriMo. It's an event where you commit to working on your manuscript(s) every single day of November and, if the gods roll the dice just right and the planets align, you will have a... Continue Reading →
I've decided to start a new series of posts that I'm calling "Thinking Out Loud". These will be short posts on thoughts and observations that have taken roost in my brain. This is the first of the series. Comments are always welcome. We can think out loud together. CW: drug and alcohol usage I went... Continue Reading →
The only excuse I have for being absent from this blog is that I have gone through changes (as have all of us), both beneficial and unfavorable, enough to make one sulk and wallow in their own self-pity. Usually that's my shining moment to write but, months ago, my love for writing had become a... Continue Reading →
My therapist asked me to think about why I don’t give myself credit. Whether I post it on this blog or journal it out, she asked me to examine why I feel the need to bring myself down. What should I take credit for, though? I call myself a writer, yet the projects I’m working... Continue Reading →
I used to get flustered when I told people I was a writer and they asked if they could read what I wrote. The idea of fan fiction, even though it's been around for centuries, is still ridiculed in some circles. However, I wanted to share my personal experience with fan fiction, as well as... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 