You could see she was lonely, no one wanted to spend time with her, it wasn't that she was nasty, at times, but her breath could chill the warmest of hearts.
My heart has been tattoed, Not like that of the ones on my skin, The words, written are not to be viewed, They show my demise like the French would say, fin.
O Death, I can feel you close to me, I know you are near, I can feel the hairs on my neck stand if only I had a deeper vision you would be who I see.
Hey guys, hope you have all been well and creating good content. Work has gotten me falling asleep a lot. I have been getting home and passing out on the couch, working six days have been fun!!!
I am trying to increase my vocabulary, they say the best way is to read the dictionary, I tried to do this but only got as far as Aardvark, I can tell you right now reading that book is no walk in the park.
To the east of my life, I find my ever-loving wife, A woman that has stood the strands of time, Loving me is really a crime. The battles I bring on a daily basis, all the pain, hurt, sorrow and angry faces, concealing those worries that may come, she does her best to be a wife and a mum.
Sorry about the long wait on chapter four everyone, it has been a rough week/few days. I have to write a blog about it soon, but I want it to be of honesty and not from a personal anger on the subject. Anyway lets get into it, tell me what you think about the way this has turned.
Even though it would be great for publishers or reviewers to write the way we would love for them too, the truth is they will write the way they are trained, or how the emotionally react. So how can we handle the responses that sometimes leave us ready to use our main characters to slaughter those who attack our work? Here are five points that can help us tame the beast within.