So write for yourself. Write for the love of words and stories. Write to process your feelings, to entertain, to leave a legacy. Write for any reason but what capitalism calls success, and see if, as a by-product, something you can call success will find you along the way.
Tag Archives: Relatable
The Girl Who Screamed in the Night
I fear for her and I fear her and I fear what kind of person I’ll become when screams in the night won’t lift me from my chair.
Give Me a Hammock in the Woods
Give me a hammock in the woods
A book or two
And let me pretend the world has stopped for now
Found: One Women’s Slipper, Right Foot, Fur Trim, Some Water Damage
I couldn’t very well leave it there. It had a mate somewhere and whether it had been lost or abandoned was not for me to know.
A General Feeling of Vague Writerly Dissatisfaction
Perhaps that is just what the increasingly heavy state of the world does to us. It seems an insurmountable challenge to be joyfully creative when there are much weightier issues to be concerned with.
Sunshine, Lollipops and Airport Delays
Terrence had never been one to just suck a lollipop. No sooner had he popped it in his mouth than his teeth were clamping down, chipping shards as sharp as glass.
Function of Solitude
from afar you can never know the hollow warmth inside
Insomnia Inspires
In haze between tomorrow and today
When midnight’s passed but morning not quite here
Strange thoughts arrive to find me in the dark
Drifting dreams and imaginings unclear
Aly Writes 