Progression of a writer; Day 9

Today I bought a coffee that was flavored with the essences of springs from memory.  Honey and lavender stired into thick milk and expresso. It was an endulgence to be sure, yet a feeling of cleanliness soothed my heart and mind. It was a drink of nature, with ingredients that seemed over-joyed to be in […]

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Progression of a writer; Day 8

When I was is first grade I was assigned to fill in a color wheel. I remember the excitement I felt first learning that colors could blend and change. I couldn’t imagine my life being stripped of its vibrancy and energy. A trait of the world and a voice for nature, color to me was […]

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Progression of a writer: Day 6

I am challenged by the heat of the day. A sense of rivalry starts to rise.  The challenger? Simply myself. Every ache I feel in my body and every thought that pleads to hide in the shade, wait out the heat, and try again with better conditions.   I come into this new week with […]

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Progression of a writer: Day 5

Today I have reached the wall. An obstruction of infinite height and length, with neither crack nor chipped edge to show weakness. In fact the wall is empty of all expression and detail. A terrifying power that leaves me expressionless and blank. Many writers talk about the wall. Some even see it even less as […]

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Progression of a writer: Day 4

The weather has turned a corner, leaving me to shiver in its wake. Summer has finally decided to rest its weary head, having spent all of its heat and light over the last long months. Now is the time of the sweater and spiced drinks with rising steam. Cool air slipping under the arms causing […]

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Progression of a writer; Day 3

My timeline is already off.  What began as a pledge to contribute towards daily writings has turned into desperate attempts to spark ingenuity onto the page between my breaks at work or brief moments found in heating frozen dinners.  Having now found a true moment to contemplate my predicament, I find myself staring at an […]

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Falling for Apples, part one

It was an ordinary day when Isaac set out on his escape.   A day when the weather gave no evidence towards a single imperfection, yet never satisfactory enough so as to be remarked in the books of history. Look at the pages yourself and notice no blemish there made by the beauty of nature. […]

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The progression of writing; Day 1

Every professional has a warm up. A way to increase blood flow, find inspiration, or draw forth courage.  For me this first day includes sipping coffee, gone cold in the brisk morning air.  Still I savor the tastes of sweet, bitter, burn, and cream. Brown droplets begin to cake the lip of my disposable cup […]

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