The following note was written in April of last year. I can no longer recall where I was and who I was with. Do we become disconnected from our past? Or does it continue to haunt our present? I sit here contemplating if I am in fact wasting time. If I should be doing something […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; day 24You wake up thirty minutes later than usual. It’s Friday, life is good, and the morning is here! The dishes in the sink aren’t a hassle to clean, their chatter as they are washed and stacked mingle together with the songs of sparrows outside the window. They seem ever excited for the new day and […]
Read More Friday“I can’t see her face“, I thought. Just the end of a fair skinned nose. The only exposed piece of flesh against the curtain of beautiful hair, blood red. Her clothes were black. She was a mystery and I was attracted to it. But with a jerk of the head, the curtain moved. She raised […]
Read More Behind the CurtainI pose to you the following question, “How do you write the voices of your past?“ How do you quote friends that you have parted with in time, or members of family no longer alive? How do you give them new life? As I begin to weave together a story that is as much […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 21For those interested, the following is a description of the morning of a young author… The author wakes a little before dawn. Not out of practice or discipline but out of necessity from a stomach ache that could no longer be ignored or treated by rolling over in bed. So the author finally rises, first […]
Read More Progression of a writer; Day 20This post is simply a call into the void. I am listening for the echo. As my voice bounces of the ever widening gaps, I hope to hear something returned. I seek out the sound of even a whisper, the faintest evidence that I can still do this. That I have not lost the ability […]
Read More The Gaps RemainThere was a boy on the subway braver than me. Standing there at the end of the car, confident in who he was. The words he was speaking were silent to my ears behind the music I played to shut out the discomfort I felt being so close to strangers. The scene darkened by the […]
Read More Door OpenHi everyone! I am elated to share that I finally figured out how to retrieve the content of yesterday’s blank post for “Progression of a Writer; Day 17“. I apologize that there was nothing there and hope you will enjoy it. -H. Werstler
Read More Website Update: SUCCESS!!!There is a cat outside my front door, and each day it stops by to say hello. I watch as it looks through the metal screen, pondering at the strange creature inside, cooing and singing, doing everything it can to entice the cat to stay a little longer. How interesting it is to find the […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 17I left a conversation today as if I had escaped a predator. Exposed and vulnerable, I walked away doing my very best to make clear what had just transpired. The words that I spoke were of my voice and mood, but seemed completely foreign to me in reflection. It was as if I had stepped […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 16
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