A Paragraph about Mabel

She leaned her head back against the sanded, smooth top of the rocking chair, closing her eyes against the brightness of the sun. The warmth of its beams kissed her skin in a glowing embrace. She lost herself moments like this. The old porch, refreshed with her welcoming style, had this effect on her. PaintContinue reading “A Paragraph about Mabel”

Throwing out the Rules

I don’t know exactly what happened. Somewhere in the last couple weeks I lost sight of what and why I was writing. I managed to subconsciously, and soon consciously, create all of these rules for myself on writing. It amazes me how subtly things like that can seep into your creative world. I have spentContinue reading “Throwing out the Rules”