01/26 – Sitting at the library yesterday afternoon, I was reading an article on Outlining and Story Mapping in the latest Writer’s Digest. I was just skimming the words and concept when suddenly I got hit with a brick in my face. It was unbelievable. Out of the blue, some part of me opened up
In the dark, my eyes play tricks. They think they are doing me a favor. They believe that they are doing their job. They do not understand that they are useless when there is an absence of light. Instead, they fill my mind with pictures: a cacophony of what should be there and the ever
As I walked into the store I thought to myself, “I am inside you now Walmart. Soon I will burst forth from your chest and wreak havoc upon your crew.”
The blades were rusted, yet the arms that wielded them were powerful enough to make them remember their purpose.
What do you do when all hope is gone? Who do you turn to?
We were both riveted to the television. The headline at the bottom of the screen confirming our worst fears. Our planet’s protector and the most powerful hero on earth was dead.