Ann's Story

Ann was walking one day when the air was finally cooling to autumn.  She saw her two friends.  They blocked her path offering cruel words thinly veiled as an inside joke Ann could only be a part of if she remained the butt.  Her brothers later told her, "they aren't your friends.  Friends do not do that."
"Then I've never had friends," Ann thought, and winter came before the leaves fell, and so did her isolation.
Ann fled that town, with its suffocating memories, fled to a city where no on knew her, and she was surprised whenever someone loved her.

Feelings

Slightly needy.

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Unless I Let You

My day will be great,

Even if you pout.

If I smile 

no one can 

see the red 

marks I get 

from waxing 

my mustache. 

No More

I've made an earth shattering discovery- well, decision really.

I've always wondered why I wasn't getting any where with my writing, like never finishing anything. Never having a first draft to revise and so on. But here I am, working on a story I started I think over six years ago. And when I look back to what the story was then and what it is now, I really need to face the truth:

I'm way past first draft!

I mean, seriously folks! Who ever said I had to get it all written down for it to count as a first draft? I've taken out and moved around, changed so much, killed off characters, ex-ed characters, combined characters, re-vamped plots, added a flippin' quest for crying out loud! When am I going to admit to myself I've been revising all along and the first draft is long gone. It was never intended to see the light day. 

So where am I in my progress?

Well, I won't say I'm ready to start the final draft, but I'm not very far from it. I can feel it. For six years or more this story has been with me. I'm finally seeing my characters in the roles I really want for them. It's a wonderful feeling.