Allison Howard
Stories (2/0)
Searching for Destiny
Today is one of those days that I am thrilled to not have anywhere I need to be other than my couch. There is a fire burning in the fireplace, the love of my life (my dog) is snuggled up next to me, and I am watching inch after inch pile up on my patio. It is the perfect day for a writer and I have excitedly been working on my first novel. Huge thing, right? I mean, they say everyone has a novel in them, but this story has been knocking around my brain for years and I thrilled by the opportunity to finally get it out of my head. I can’t help but wonder if anyone will read it when I’m done or will it sit in a drawer, unpublished and unread. I supposed it doesn’t matter any more than a painter having their paintings displayed in a gallery or a wood carver being able to sell their intricate renditions of Audubon images. It is the joy of the medium and the creative process that make it worth doing.
By Allison Howard3 years ago in Motivation
Final Blow
Nora Gianni sat at the base of the hill and peered up at the old farmhouse her mother had once called home, letting her chocolate brown eyes take in the view. Much to her surprise, the stately structure still had glimpses of its former glory. Crimson roof tiles stubbornly held on to remnants of their color despite the harsh, Upstate New York winters and pieces of childhood memories flitted through her mind. She smiled as she remembered proudly proclaiming to anyone who would listen that the deep red roof color had been chosen because or her red hair. Now, even though the matching red shutters either hung precariously by what appeared to be a single nail or were altogether missing and the sleeping porch had long ago disintegrated into a sea of broken timbers, it still felt like home.
By Allison Howard3 years ago in Criminal