A Huge ‘Thanks’ to Some Inspiring Words & Their Speakers

Didn’t get to get this out the other night, so here we go…

I had a different version written up and such earlier but I wasn’t feelin’ it so here’s the (somewhat) condensed version:

About a couple weeks ago I had this idea to start a short story, which, for me would be a feat to finish because my drive for stories is low and I always end up quitting because I lose whatever spunk I had in the first place.
This time, what deterred me was the fact that someone who was pushing me, telling me that I CAN do this kind of thing but the fact that they had disappeared them turned out to be just perfectly fine.
Yeah, a real mood killer for me.

Long story short, my home situation is difficult, so this project isn’t going to be as easy-peasy as it should be.
Damn it…if I ever get luck, there’s always a huge negative to it.

Now, later last week, I had a hear-to-heart with my godmother, and we talked about me doing that story, self-publishing it, getting it sold, among other things.

She thought it was a great idea and encouraged it.

Two days later, here on WordPress, I see a post by @eddiecabbage, (hope you won’t mind my quoting you Eddie…)”…The sycophantic praise for mediocre work eventually becomes a wrench in the cog of good writing….No longer seeking to complete that novel or refine that article for real and actual publication…” which added fuel to the fire and my motivation picked up again; he never fails to write something that’ll get you thinking.

Also, I saw “The Legacy” by the always amazing and wonderful, Jessica Murdoch, @rhetoricalredhead. In which I was tagged along with a couple others and was rendered into such deep thought and consideration by, that everything I was about to say and comment that night, felt completely and utterly understated and stupid, so I didn’t say anything, though it’s all I’ve been able to think about. (Just letting you know that Jess 😉 )

So around two nights ago, around 8 pm, I almost couldn’t contain myself, having renewed enthusiasm, at the mere fact that I decided to set my mind to something and notice all the signs saying “DO IT!!”

Anyways, between Eddie, Jessica, and my godmother, I’ve been given a good kick in the butt to decide to finish what I’ve started.

I don’t know what to call this feeling besides an overwhelming sense of inspiration and excitement, but I thank you; I thank you so, so much!
And by the way, if you’re reading this and you’re not following @eddiecabbge or @rhetoricalredhead, I suggest you go do that.
Right. Now.
Seriously.
You won’t regret it, because, I sure as heck haven’t.

Onyx & Hills [[a poem]]

A second poem inspired by the hipsterbusiness.name website…I think this is going to be a hard habit to break…

Sleighs & Satchels [[a poem]]

You see now, I went to the hipsterbusiness.name website seeing how I was tagged in Instagram for a little writing challenge and I’m telling you this here and now: I do not like that website…I love it!

I’m obsessed. So this probably means I’m going to do more of these just because it is just that awesome in my opinion. That website as a source of inspiration is off the charts in my opinion.

Then again, fall inspires me in general; for some reason it’s my favorite season. I’ve only ever experienced a white Christmas once before, which I’m just itching to again, but fall is still my all-time favorite season, up north or down south. It just feels right, like Easter being my favorite holiday, though an explanation for my reasoning on that escapes me as well.

This was the first phrase I got on hipsterbusiness.name, but I hit the refresh button about 10 times, because I just couldn’t resist, and now that I’m totally obsessed, I had to bookmark that page. It’s just too great! Haha

In fact, it’s serving another purpose too for me right now, which I’m keeping under wraps until the project comes together, though y’all will definitely be the first to know when it’s finished.

And now, since I’m starting to gush over a website (oops, sorry) I’ll quit and go back to hitting that refresh button….

Frosted Glass [[a poem]]

Whispers [[a poem]]

A Lustful Addiction [[a poem]]

And Because of This [[A Poem]]

Because her whole lifetime was filled with more downs than ups.
Because he understood and that’s way more than what she could say of others.
Because everyone made mistakes, and she should know;
Why should be be judged by something that could easily have happened to anyone
(And no, she wasn’t making excuses for him)?
Because life isn’t fair to most and they both knew that.
Because it was that she gave him an inch where he gave a mile.
And when that inch turned to something closer to a few feet,
She knew she was in so damn deep that there was no turning back
Because she was ready ready to give it up.

Unexplained [[A Poem to Answer To]]

Usually, everything I write has meaning and I know what it is even if someone else thinks its something different, even if I write something completely fictional (which is more often than not) obviously it came from somewhere inside of me and so obviously I know what it’s intended to mean.

But this time is different.
This time I have no idea what this means, or where in the deep crevices of my mind it came from. I see nothing that inspired it, nothing that it literally or metaphorically represents.

So tell me: what does this remind YOU of?
What can you see, what does it make you think? Who, and why are they involved; how?

I honestly would love to hear from everybody who reads.

Maybe one will answer those questions for me; maybe a combination of many. We’ll have to wait and see…

You Buy What You Break: Words to the Wise [[A Thought]]

I actually thought of this yesterday, but silly me, I accidentally forgot about it. Anyways, you should never treat people like friendships don’t matter all of a sudden.

And never, whatever you do, expect an apology to gain anything back because you just might have trashed it all.

I swear this is the last time I’ll say it: if you want out, politely say so. That is better than a disappearing act, only to be discovered that you’re alive, well, and quite able bodied several months later.