I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
Facing the Void
"Writing is not, alas, like riding a bicycle: it does not get easier with practice. Every time I took out a yellow legal-size pad and fountain pen, and now when I turn on the computer and stare at the blank screen, I'm petrified again: this time, nothing will happen, or something so ruinous as to defy repair..." -Nancy Mairs, Voice Lessons: On Becoming a (Woman) Writer
What genre of writer am I?
I've been writing for what feels like both a long time and a short time, at the same time. It feels long because at the age of 23, almost seven years feels like forever. It has been short because I love writing. I know it probably doesn't seem it based on how little I tend to publish (I think that I have gotten better about it more recently though).
For starters, to those of you who celebrate it, Happy Thanksgiving! I decided, after getting energy from caffeine, that I should write a piece on what I am grateful for. There are a lot of things and people I am grateful for so I am sharing the most prominent ones.
She is standing there, in the abyss, speechless, staring at Rebecca. As Rebecca walks up to her, she whispers, "Who are you?" to the ghostly girl. "You already know me... I'm Erin," She says, obviously angry and annoyed at Rebecca for not knowing her name. Rebecca becomes scared, backing up slowly, not looking away from Erin. Erin's grin becomes mischievous, causing a great amount of anxiety in Rebecca. The fear is noticeable and Erin takes advantage of it. All of a sudden, Rebecca sees Erin's knife in front of her.
This picture is of my grandmother with the dog she got when she had to retire early, so she wasn't alone all day every day, due to a cancer diagnosis. She was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer in November 2013, at only 60 years old. It's hard when you see your closest family member wither away like she was because of chemotherapy. This story isn't about the negatives that the family went through though. I want to share about all the positive things I remember from when she was here.