E. J. Strange
I am new to the writing community but hope to publish a novel one day. I am simple minded and sucker for romance.
She Is Trying
N.B. Sorry I did not publish on friday I hope you all still enjoy it and I will get things out in a more timely manner. Faith Penny went live every friday on Facebook. The amount of time she stayed on varied depending on what task she was up to. It had started with quick 10 minute segments of her showing how to properly fold a fitted sheet or how to make fancy place settings. No one watched, though, and at first she didn't mind much. The only people she wanted to watch were her children, but they never did.
She is trying
“Whore,” an elderly woman whispered at her husband from behind her hand. Faith Pennies overheard this, but out of politeness pretended like she hadn’t. The woman who had uttered the profanity was a church acquaintance that had made no acknowledgment towards Faith, so faith slowed her shopping cart and pretended to compare pasta prices. She slowed her breathing and opened her ears for potential tidbits of gossip, but the woman had ceased speaking to her husband. This could only mean one thing. The woman had been talking about her.
The Lost City
I grew up on romance novels. If it didn't have a picture of Fabio on the front what was the point of reading it?! I loved the unrealistic predictable nature of relationships and the easy access to intimacy and love. That wasn't all I was into, though. I was more so enthralled by a story when the right amount of adventure was sprinkled in. So, when I saw the trailers weeks ago for "The Lost City" the little girl in side me cried with joy. Needless to say, I saw it this weekend and it was everything a girl could want with some minor upgrades that reversed some of the sexism that I often had a hard time ignoring in my most cherished pastime.
"Hum," The woman behind the grey counter purred questioningly at her ancient computer as if that would bring it to its senses. After a few keystrokes she looked at me with a pitying expression and sighed, "Sorry, your insurance has rejected both the name brand and the generics we have in stock."
The Cheese Maiden and The Wino
N.B.: I had a dream on the night of 1/25/22 about a society built around cheese. I found it so humorous that I decided I would spice it up with a plot and call it my own work, even though it was story handed down to me by the divine fates.
The Right Thing
Dried leaves and dead brush crackled under my feet as I trudged through the dense forest. Blue light cast by a full moon filtered through the pine needle canopies to leave pools of light. I used these spotlights as guides leading me along a path to? I didn’t know where. I could not remember how I had gotten there, but it seemed right, so I worried not.
I Am Still Looking For You
For years I have been trying to write a novel. I have only high school level knowledge in writing, so I am constantly doubting myself. I get up to 100s of pages only to scrap most of it and start over again. It was becoming habitual to the point I realized I needed to change if I was ever going to finish at least one novel. My constant obstacle is myself. I worry my story lines make no sense, I wonder if I am lacking in details or over explains and I know for sure my grammar is atrocious, so I am constantly beating myself up, but what is the point of that if I don't know what to beat myself up about. My fiancé, who is an artist in a different pursuit (comedy), suggested that I join a writing community. He explained how networking and immersing himself with like-minded individuals helped him to hone his skills and pave his steps forward. I thought I too could benefit from artistic camaraderie. It was a brilliant idea and I still think he is write. I don't believe anyone is truly self made. Everyone needs help along the way at one point or another. However, there were issues to overcome and my journey is not over yet.
Don’t tell me I am good! Good implies there is room for improvement, but that you don’t want to tell me, probably out of politeness, why I am not great, excellent, or phenomenal. Good is approachable. Good is an acceptable place to stop. Good is the gateway to resisting change. Good implies the possibility of change; but if it doesn’t, that is ok. Good is stagnation that will get me lost in contented adequacy.
A Haunting Promise
The clomp of heavy boots on hard plank floors made my eyes pop open with excitement. I waited for my dad to enter the room and make his waking call. Dad knew he needed me on these nighttime expeditions, but he was hesitant to take me and that seemed to be the case more when I acted eager for the experience.
Don't Be Afraid to Ask For It
“How can I help you today, sir.” I greeted my first customer of the day at the door. The man looked like a deer in headlights. He was shirking off his reaction to say, ‘no thanks,’ because in fact he needed help and for whatever reason he was not expecting that help from me, “Um, I am looking for a car.” He finally answered.
Sleazy car salesgirl
“I want to be a car salesperson,” says no one, ever. No kid in kindergarten has dreams of grandeur in the automotive sales industry and it’s a profession that is generally ignored. When it's not being ignored it’s being revered negatively. There are movies on how fucked up our souls are and anyone who has bought a car can tell you how sleezy we are. It’s funny because we thought the same thing you did. In fact, every car salesperson I have ever talked to has said, “I didn’t want to be in car sales.” So why did we stick around?