Diary of A Starving Novelist

Mar 7

Always remember. Never forget.

Mar 6

Sparkle

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Mar 1

Red lips

Feb 29

Two boots

Feb 28

Early morning writing with a cup of joe

Feb 27

Spring time nails.

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Feb 24

Spoiled at work! Yes this is a real photo I took on my iPhone.

Feb 23

iPhone oops.

Feb 22

A Little Taste of Fiction

I found an earring this morning while cleaning up the house. I was sweeping my living room, getting rid of the dust had settled over the last few months. All those mornings missing her, I couldn’t make it out of bed. Finally on a morning when the  yellow sunlight streamed in through my window. The warmth made me smile before I even opened my eyes. Spring time. Maybe a new season could make me feel ready for it all again.

                I pushed forward the couch to get the stuff left unattended. There it was, a white enamel rose missing its back. It had yellowed slightly on the petals making the bloom look almost alive. I picked it up in my hands and was startled by how light it felt. For all the memories that came rushing back to me. My mother’s hair swept back when she wore them, reddish strands shimmering in the light. Her clear, shinning nails as she brushed the strands back. Smelling the lavender scent that followed her everywhere.

                I put the earring in my ear, using a pencil eraser to keep it on. And just like that, I was back in bed, the blinds shut tight, wondering how I could ever have thought things would be okay again.

Feb 21

What’s left of my valentines day tulips.