Sunday, September 23, 2012. a little slice of life the way it ought to be. It actually reminds me one of the very first posts I ever wrote for this blog.

Closing the Box Lid On Poetry. And once they are finished, the lid goes on the poem and the box is closed. I forget about the poem and the agony put into it. I forget what it is about. I forget the emotions that were put into it. I thought I was the only one who was like this but reading Poemcrazy recently, I came across this line.

The blog of writer Stephanie Marland. Is an international bestselling thriller author.

The year long adventure of one girl, trying something new.

Truth, beauty, and really good chocolate cake. 8220;It is becoming clear that the patterns in a single tree form represent all the patterns found in nature. How I Really Feel About Sydney.

What nobody tells you as an artist is that every project starts at the beginning. Not just the blank page, the empty stage, but that you have to re-establish your credentials and your quality every time.

October 18, 2011 by rwjones. I am now 33 years-old. My birthday weekend was a great one, spent with new and old friends in Austin, alongside my beautiful and sweet girlfriend. We did not go for a run, nor did I grade papers, instead we spent the long weekend doing the things we wanted to do. I have always dreamed of this 33.