There 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 OpenHave you ever stumbled upon a moment that is not yours? An encounter or action seen from a distance yet it pulls you in. Time slows its pace and details suddenly flash in vivid color and sound. You notice everything. And in the moment of clarity, you understand that the moment belongs to another. What […]
Read More To capture a momentHi 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!!!It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald And so it begins again. While feelings of disappoint linger, I am fervent to try once more. I want to write as easily as I breath. To put my […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; THE RETURNI want to share the stories of my life, but I fear the consequences. The critism from those whose names are mentioned, painted in colors different from the hue they are comfortable with seeing. I fear their anger and even more so the severing of our relationship. Thier desicion to execute the memories we share, […]
Read More Progression of a Writer: Day 14 (belated release)Please bear with me today reader for I am grasping at ideas like loose sand between my fingers. Currently in battle with one of the strangest problems I have faced as a writer, for the world around me seems incredibly plain. The sky is blue without a cloud in the sky. Without a single blemish […]
Read More Progression of a writer; Day 15I was home. The home that was brick, that was surrounded with green, that was safe. I was in my childhood. Of course he would come into that place. A place of such powerful memory. A place that is precious to me. A place that I dare not indulge in for fear that I may break […]
Read More A Dream, no. 1The rain fell during the night as I slept, yet I feel all of its consequences as I look out upon the world today. I am wearing a sweater, its collar pulled high up against the scruff of my neck, doing its very best to protect the lobes of my ears from the brisk chill. […]
Read More Progression of a Writer; Day 13I am a bad writer. I ask you to not take sympathy or discredit this statement. Simply understand, that I am a bad writer. Now, take a moment and realize how incredible it is to write “badly”. To realize how unshackled I now feel. How free I now feel! To write to my hearts content […]
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