I gave you my heart,
Battered and used,
To do with as you choose.
Where it used to reside,
Now lies empty.
Waiting to be ready,
For the next heart to grow.
This was the one thing you taught me;
One thing I did not know:
Nothing stays hollow forever,
And the worst always gets better. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #173 – My Heart
Why hello there, lovely reader. Once again, I am reaching out to relay to you my writing, and life, status, paying for this attention with a song you will hopefully adore. If you do, be sure to check out the Hex Cougar remix, too.
Last we spoke, I discussed goodreads reading goals, hunting for the perfect editor and protagonist bios. Needless to type, I have failed at accomplishing quite a few of these. Shall we start with the lackluster and then mosey toward the better news? Continue reading Song Share & Progress Update
My YouTube list of delaying productivity.
I wanted to write an action update. But then I fell into a YouTube black hole for all of the hours and decided to type this out instead. Because reasons.
There’s an amazing amount to be learned from hearing both sides of an argument, when both are willing to be open and honest and real. Continue reading Deep Meaningful Procrastination!
What price would you pay to change everything you are?
Transform all the parts that are lackluster…
This version of me;
This perversion of who I wanted to be…
Is so lacking,
But possesses so very much.
None of it needed.
So Take it all,
Break me, Make me,
Someone new. Continue reading Misplaced Missive # 164 – What Price?
‘Who Will Survive And What Will Be Left Of Them’
This is the second time a OTH quote got me to thinking and I once again wished to share it with you:
Whitey to Lucas:
‘When my wife died, things got pretty dark there for a while. Nobody could talk to me. And then, one of my former players, the kid may be the worst player I ever coached, waded into that darkness and pulled me to safety. That kid’s name was Keith Scott. He said, “Coach, I… I know you want some answers, but what is the right answer? Because there is no answer. There’s just life. Just life.” Lucas, be the man that Keith taught you to be. Anything less would make this a much greater tragedy than it already is.’ Continue reading TV Quote Ponderings – One Tree Hill 3×17
You play victim.
And I play villain,
So you can rise to the occassion.
I try too hard to fit squarely
Into the holes you’ve dug.
The role is too snug,
A poor fit for someone
With a disposition like mine,
These positions you’ve defined,
As the way we should interact. Continue reading Misplaced Missive # 150 – Role Playing
My first impression of this classic novel was, embarrassingly enough: “How the heck do I say the title??” I hadn’t even opened the book yet, and already I had questions. Seems like a fantastic start if you ask me.
Now possible options were two – I was fairly certain the title would either be pronounced like ‘Candid’ as in to speak the truth frankly OR like ‘Candied’ as in sugar coated and delicious. After all, Voltaire was French, I needed to mind my American vowel sound bias here. As I read through the novel, I rapidly come to the conclusion that either would be perfectly suitable for our protagonist. For those of you immediately calling in to question the accuracy of dubbing a grown man ‘candied’, please allow me to elaborate. Continue reading Saturday of Book Reviewing – Voltaire’s Candide
AKA Jessie doesn’t know how to be an adult and interact with other humans who seek to aid her in her quest for manuscript editing.
Sooooo yeah. Another blog style entry from me this week at Stevie’s encouragement. He’s been… moderately helpful in this whole process, but really, I think I rather enjoy being freaked out; after all, if I didn’t love it, why would I do it so very, terribly often?!? Continue reading Panic! At the Desktop: An Anxiety Ridden Day
Salvation in slavery,
Your way to be,
Saved from the
Fires of Hell. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #147 – Salvation
I’ve seen this book many a time on ‘inspirational and uplifting’ book lists, but had never considered that my wheelhouse, and thus had never before bothered to try to mine the wisdom from its pages. I can honestly say, post reading of Mitch Albom’s tribute to his former mentor and friend, that this was mildly inspirational, but heart-soaring-ly uplifting. You can tell I’m serious when I start making up words. So let us begin on this 1997 hit. It’s mini throwback time. Continue reading Saturday Of Book Reviewing – Albom’s tuesdays with Morrie