Hey everybody,
I hope you’re all having a Merry Christmas and I hope Santa was good to you. I did great this year. The big guy must had gotten my letter because I was blessed with a whole bunch of new writing stuff. Some gifts were anticipated, but I did receive a couple surprises. One awesome thing in particular that my fiance definitely surprised me with is also something that I’ve been completely addicted to it since I opened it.
Continue reading “I Couldn’t Ash For More!”
In life, step firm and leave a lasting impression. – Ash
Hey everybody,
I just wanted to touch base and inform you all that I have not been away on sabbatical, I have not run away with the circus, and I have not been busy making toys for Santa. No, I have been struggling with my home internet services which have been the bane of my existence for almost a week now. My connections at home started to get wonky after my neighbour’s fire two weeks ago and I have been off the grid ever since. I am not a fan. I know its first world problems, but I pay for these things and it’s not cheap. Can I get a Amen??
Hey there again,
Let’s celebrate my lax posting lately with another prompt entry shall we?
Choose one gif that describes how you feel about you blog followers
The post is inspired by what my face pretty much looks like each time I get a new follower.
You complete me!!
Until…
We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. – Stacia Tauscher
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else. – Gloria Steinem
“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” ― Charles Bukowski
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. – Soren Kierkegaard
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. – John Lubbock
a weathered man greets me on a corner
his face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracks
but I know it’s there as his eyes always confirm
for a million moments in passing
he shares with me his story
I read every line trenched in his scaling cheek
and coarse wore out locks
paint for me a daily tragedy
and all I do is keep walking
Earth To Ash 