via Daily Prompt: Ascend
Photo by Matthew Hamilton on Unsplash In part I of this saga, I decided that as I am very serious about my writing, I thought I'd reward my efforts and expends some funds to invest in this endeavor, my passion. I knew it wouldn't be an easy task. CSS? Excuse me? HTML? Is my head spinning! It's bad… Continue reading Under Construction Part II – Recreate
I’m so honored to be mentioned on this site as are many of my favorite author/bloggers. And this interview is so wonderful for those of us wondering “what if I fail?” I love the answer.
Hey there everyone.
Welcome to another fantastic edition of the ongoing Author Interview series.
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Tonight, we have extra special bonus content, where the author has kindly recorded a couple of in depth videos to expand her answers.
Please let me welcome you all to the realm of author Olivia Stocum, as we find out more about what influences her and inspires her to write her novels.
Thanks for reading and enjoy the show folks 🙂
Hi there Olivia, wonderful to have you over here, so we can find…
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Long ago she thought he was her prince Tall, ingenious, handsome, romantic Adored her to the moon and back Swept her off of her feet; it was love at first sight Friends thought he was "a great guy"; exceptionally polite He made promises galore; he'd always take care of her She'd never want for anything;… Continue reading Him
I’m also a sufferer of anxiety – PTSD – and can relate to these emotions well. I know a lot of people who are “non-huggers,” many have Asperger’s Disorder and, for them, touching will stimulate them and drive them crazy. I believe that sensitivity to where people are, especially children, is crucial. You destroy their sense of self, their souls when you violate their boundaries.
Clench your fist, hard. Clench it and hold it until it is red and your palm is sweaty, your knuckles are white, your whole hand shaking; swallow that fist.
That is how anxiety feels to me.
I’ve spent a lot of time lately around people you might call huggers; huggers are people who put their arms around you–sometimes your waist, sometimes shoulders; it varies by height. They put their arms around you and they try to squeeze some emotion out of you. It started about a week ago at a summer camp I’ve been working at.
The horde of potential huggers had been doing one activity or another. It ends, they all stand up.
“So, what are we doing now?” I ask the camp leader beside me.
“Hugs” she says.
“Hugs, you know,” she hugs me, around the arms. I don’t move. “Hugs,” she repeats.
“Don’t you like…
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I was born and raised in a town by the ocean off of the California coast. This poem spoke to me deeply. Enjoy.
She knows me.
Though, I haven’t seen
All that she is…..
All her anger and angst
Frozen at times, treacherous.
I know her
From the safety of my footing.
She can pull me, She pulls me, I am pulled
Not by ebb, but by longing
A craving for our meeting.
She allows me to see her.
I am but painted doll
Easily tripped into a fall.
We are cyclic, together.
Friends as we are
I see her placid face
Fierce, reflecting sky.
Her cheeks aged, rippled
As they were at the beginning.
She’s my crone
My witch of calm
With wavy hair
The straightening of her tides.
Her voice, mesmerized magnetic
To my metal ears.
Grounded by emotion
She nudges me
To a rhythm depth tone.
My womb vibrates
With her motion
At the same time
I am her birth.
Her movement is mine
I am she…
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Trancevia Daily Prompt: Trance A bird flies Through the skies Effortlessly. Drifting. Trusting in the air beneath its wing A flip of a wing. Or two. Drifting. Higher. And higher still. Trusting in air's will. Watching from ground Spray of the ocean all around I see a bird flying. No, hovering, drifting Air is in… Continue reading A Bird In Flight
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