A writer, sharing advice and experiences along the way. The Bazaar of Bad Dreams. To be a good writer, you need to be a good reader. And that means making a regular habit of reading and reading widely.

And admit that the waters. And accept it that soon. If your time to you. Who prophesize with your pen. And keep your eyes wide.

A Girls Candid Memoir About Surviving Childhood Trauma and Breaking The Chain of Abuse. Thank you for stopping by, and Welcome. But this is not a journey meant to focus on sorrow and pain. While my past was saturated by it, the mission of this blog is to draw out the purpose in it, make sense of it, facilitate the healing process, dig up the past and find the missing pieces. And in the end,. The abuse, the torment, the pain ends HERE, NOW, with ME! A little bit about Me.

Flash fiction by Riya Anne Polcastro. Originally posted on Serrated Roses.

Asymp; Leave a comment. So this book has been out for awhile . BUT, thanks to my utter lack of patience for computers and formatting, the paperback is only now coming to fruition. Finally, after a suggestion from my wonderful editor, I tired adding blue to the diorama that is featured as the centerpiece of the cover. Fortunately, when I forced mys.

Make life an offer which no life can refuse. So what keeps you awake? October 10, 2014. Is it the radiant light that drips through the corners of your naked window or is it the buzz of traffic drifting across the road? Is it the bird that mourns to validate her existence or is it your neighbor who stands a risk of being persecuted every single night? Is it the Air Con that ebbs your room temperature below that of Himalayas? Or is it a dream that does not let you sleep? July 19, 2015.

Like most bloggers I started out with big dreams and intentions for All Things Truthful. I wrote a big chunk of my story here over a solid two year window. I shared things I might otherwise have not, given that I share things better in the written word. If people wanted me to write better about them, they should have behaved themselves.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Hope, Truth, and Wisdom. To he who will one day hold the key to my heart. The day we came to pick you up. The day four scrawny squeaky Fisher kids. Brought home a young excited pup.