Escaping Writers Block

Book Of Me... Short Story #2 (Part IV)

2013-05-30T19:05:00.001-07:00

Relaxing lying out in the sun, how good it feels to be in the beach. Oceans rolling in, making their crashing noise and smelling the salting in the breeze. People everywhere, laughing, sleeping and playing with their kids.

It's fun for my birthday, always is and will be. Since I can't come through out the year I make the visit with my family on this special day. "Hey kid, let's go for a swim." My middle sister told me.

"No." I told her. I should have known that no was the wrong answer. She grabs my legs and starts pulling me toward the water while laughing. I just let her pull me a bit more smiling up to her because I'm to heavy for her to pull. Her tongue sticking out of her mouth for the weigh she was trying to putll.

"ok! I'll go!" I cried out laughing. Yes, this is a good day.

I stand up and dusted myself stalling for a few minutes. Then she takes my wrist and we started to walk then we started racing, a silence challenge to who will get in first. Laughing at the top of our lung's the ocean grew bigger with every step we took.

At first the water splashes on us and it's cold, but the deeper we go the warmer we got. Every few minutes we dared each other to go in deeper, foot by foot while holding our hands; looking at each other as if we had a secret that would get us in trouble that nobody new.

When we finally stopped the water was up to my neck and up to her chest. We stayed there; since I'm standing on the tips of my toes I bop up and down. With the momentum; smiling I push my sister below the water playfully. We played lie that for a few minutes, when we finally realized that we were in the breaking point of the waves.

I felt shaky then, but since my older and braver sister is with me there's nothing to be afraid of. this but one more adventure in our lives. "Hey Sil? Race you back to Dino's and lets splash water on her." I said smiling already knowing that she would win but liking the idea of messing with our older sister. I looked at her and I know by her smile that the race was on.

"1,2.." But that's were we stopped because a huge and I mean huge wave came crashing down. "Liza, Run!!" she yelled and pushed me towards the shore. I started running / swimming and knew by her hand behind my back he was close behind me, making me go faster. I know I wasn't going to make it cause I saw a shadow over us, knowing that this was the wave that will be taking us under. Turning around I looked at the huge wave and a small gasp escaped my mouth. I saw my sister looking at the wave and when she turned to face me her eyes were wide with fear. She gave me a last push forward trying to save me from what was about to happen, arching her back and seeing her gasp air in I didn't understand what was happening. Freezing I wasn't able to get a breath in to hold it, facing the current I knew in my head I was dead. I tried to gasp as much air as I could and closed my eyes, the next thing a wave and part of my sisters' body crashed into my chest. The little air I had escaped my mouth by the force of impact and the waved pulled me under rolling me in circles. I opened my eyes and the salty water stung my eyes. I couldn't see where the top of the wave was or the ocean floor, all I could see was blurr and dark images floating in front of me. I somehow managed to arch my back and kick, lucky for me I managed to surfaced for a fraction of a second. Enough for me to gasp for air and then I was pulled under again.

My arms shot our when my body bumped into a pair of sticks that were not floating, not realizing they were actually my sisters legs. Somebody lifted me up and my sister was yelling at me to stand up. Not realizing I was close to shore away from the break of the waves I still struggled until she stood me upright herself. "Don't ever hold me or anyone ever like that again. you could cause both of you to drown!!" I just stood there looking at her gasping for the precious air that my lungs needed.

"Lets go back to mom and dad." We started walking towards the space my parents were but halfway there we were met by our dad yelling at us. He started lecturing us, and then when we got there my mom also started to lecture. My sister just asked us if we were ok, instead of answering her we just splashed water on her by shaking our bodies like dogs do.

For a few minutes we both were just sitting there thinking about what had happened. We both were holding our hands in a silence, giving each other a comfort and understanding of what we just went through. A couple minutes later I started to talk about what we just went through to no one in particular. My parents, especially my mother just shook her head in disbelief. My older sister just gave me a look of annoyance. My father faced me and it froze my words in an instant.

I asked Sil if she wanted to go for a swim, she said yes. Our dad just told us not to go into deep or else birthday or no we would pack up and leave. My whole day was good, except that moment of anguish, excitement and challenge I had with my sister. All this was, was an adventure, like my mother says; when things go wrong just view it as an adventure in life.

My fathers thought on any type of situation is to have guts and go all the way, if you come out 'alive" the be willingly to go back, don't have fear but excitement.

Book of Mer.. short Story #1 (Part III)

2013-05-30T18:11:00.001-07:00

Jumping up and down on the bed feeling tall and then short, I reach close to the wall that if I just raise it a bit more I will peel the white paint off.

Look, a spider, and a big one too!! Now I have to smash it so the kingdom will be saved. HIgher and higher, almost touching the sky.

Now I'm a kangaroo jumping to get away from being eaten. My blood is pumping and I turn my head and see the eyes of the tiger.

My body is going up and down, my feet pounding against the dirt trying to save my life. Higher and higher, farther and farther; but that tiger is just on my tail. I jump and go over a huge tree. The birds squawking and flying away. their wings in there own rhythm of drums, beating at my skin.

I turn and see the tiger closer and closer. I feel the sweat dripping on my forehead like a waterfall.

I need to get away, up and down, up and down. trying to get away. My heart is beating a fast beat, the birds beating their drums. My breath pounding in my ears. Only the song of prey and predator around. Everything calm around

My head turns involuntary and the tiger getting small and the big comes closer and closer, ever so closer.

Please! My beaten legs, pound harder. That's it, find the rhythm of the song, find the beat to survive. Take me up and take me down; take me farther and farther, but the tiger getting closer and closer.

It's almost here, I hear the growl of satisfaction, please, no! Not me, a lone kangaroo. Beat faster my precious legs for the reason that he's getting closer...

All of a sudden the paws are on me! "I thought I told you to not be jumping on the bed." My mother told me, scolding me while holding my small waist in her big hands.

I look at her in disbelief and cry out. "Mama, mama, you saved me from the tiger." I wrapped my arms around her neck and kiss her on her cheek, with a sounding smack and leaving saliva as a reminder.

My mother, now understanding tells me in her own childlike voce, with a little twinkle shinning in her smiling eyes.

"Come my dear, let's celebrate with my mango juice that I have made especially for you." and takes me away from the terrifying land.

I look over her shoulder and I see the tiger drinking tea

How I wish I was 6 again.

Book of Me.. Poetry Peace (Part II)

2013-05-30T17:58:00.001-07:00

Bugs Bunny started to smoke

No more hunting for

I don't know

Transformer's are all powerful

but they have no strength left

to fight

The same fate happened to

Bonkers

That great detective with that

great mind

One being erased from

Channel 5

and the other from

Channel 9

My childhood has been

fading away

My night light went

Bye - Bye

The monster under my bed

has gone away

Now I'm not scared of

darkness

But scared of my changes

Batman and Robin help me of

my fate

Light of morning coming

to my eyes

When I wanted darkness to

that world of mine

The Smurf's aren't blue

there green forest and

mushroom's houses are gone

into deeper forests

where I can't reach

And even the cute

Care Bears

don't have the magic

to light a rainbow

on my rainy day

Fairy tales for children

for that child that I was

Now I know the truth of

Cinderella

She didn't live happily after

all

Whatever happen to Snow White

to her seven dwarves

One day they were there

and the next they were gone

Dopey, Bashful and even Grumpy

you've gone to that mountain

of digging and singing

and forgotten the child

that loved you whistling

And now my Never - never land

I need to say good - bye

I'll always hold you dear

and yes even you

my dear Shera

you taught me strength

and even Rainbow - bright

I'll always fight with

your hope of light

Book of Me (Introduction) Part I

2013-05-30T17:37:00.001-07:00

As you read the tittle this will be a "book" of me. This was a creative writing assignment I had in high school (Long long time ago!!) I actually got a 4 which in my class meant 100%. The only comment the teacher had on the cover was "great work!" . I found it and I have been debating whether I should put it on here and share... As you can see I am so a little bit about the book.

I have an Introduction of myself which I will not post on here... It is very embarrassing (meaning bad grammar to me). Even thought the teach did not correct anything. I'm sure she would have corrected anything if I made mistakes because as I remember this teach; she was really hard on me. She liked my writing and actually told my parents that I should think about actually going into an English major and think about writing books... ( I don't know maybe she had something loose in her hear?) You decide. If you want the actual introduction in my book please comment below and I will include it. Other wise I will only put on here is one poem and 2 short stories.

Here is the book cover of the "Book of Me"

So here it is.. Remember this is in high school... OK I guess lol.. the little brown circle and squiggly line is my "loca" brand that people use to call back in the day. Not all my friends called me that just a select few.

What is.... (written as Twenty)

2013-05-30T16:55:00.001-07:00

What is death?

Is it heaven or hell

I imagine and wonder, but I can't see

Is death only for sweet Angels

or for naughty devils

I question the priest

I question the people

there answer is vague

I just don't understand

The only response if that death is

peaceful, the dead will finally sleep

Only one seems to have insight

Its her, she says she has been there before

Death is hell, you don't feel a thing

trapped in a coffin with only darkness surrounding you

If you see the light as she did

Run, run as fast as you can

Once you reach it death will coward at your feet

What is death

Can it be, it is a question that

we will never know

Twenty "1995"

Mermaids.... Do they exist

2013-05-28T01:33:00.001-07:00

You have heard about The Little Mermaid, a fantasy creature that only exist in our imaginations. We are told to believe that they are friendly, they look beautiful and that these mystic creatures live deep in the sea that no human has ever seen one.

A group of doctors have been researching this theory that mermaids indeed are factual. That they live in our sea and are sea creatures that until now have stayed hidden from our lives. They stated that the reason they are coming out to our world now is because the military has been testing out this new "sonic" machine that is harmful to all sea creatures.

Well this documentary freaked me out a lot, to the point that I didn't finish seeing it. The images that they put on the show were not the beautiful nice mermaids that I am used to see. You can say that my child impression of mermaids have been severely ripped to the point that I am a bit scared. I know being a writer (aspiring to be), I should just document this image for future reference and not have it freak me out... In reality thats not happening!! I'm actually making dua (prayer) and am up because I know once I sleep I will have nightmares about it. My husband on the other hand is asleep and when her wakes up sporadically he tells me that I shouldn't worry about it. That what keeps him from freaking out is that he knows that if something doesn't seem or sound reasonable then most likely its not true...

Then I started thinking.... Allah (SWT) is a blind faith that we have. There are no factual truth that he actually exist but we believe in him because we have hope that something greater then just two atoms clashing into one another actually made life. Just like a lot of religious beliefs some aspect of it has to be as what I call "blind faith" because it is intangible and there are some that are tangible. What makes my faith strong is the most important; Allah (SWT).

In saying this how do I personally believe that what I saw is true. Do mermaids truly exist or is this documentary is a hoax like a lot of other mythical stories before have been proven to be. If not... Then this is a cause to be freaking about, because the mermaid I saw on the television a couple of hours ago was not the beautiful friendly mystical creature that my childhood stories made me believe...

Do you believe that mermaids exist?? I'm sorry but I don't remember what the documentary was called or with what network it was on. I'm sure if you youtube it or google it you will find out what I was talking about..

Until Next time...

Free Writing Excerise

2013-05-28T01:15:00.001-07:00

Ok so this is just a post where I am just going to be writing about any topic that comes to my mind. first off I just can't sleep tonight and I do not know why. Well actually I do know why but I just don't want to talk about it. See It really is about Mermaids. It basically freaked me out... Hey thats another topic that I could be writing about... Ok

Don't with this free writing, going to my next topic

Until Next time....

Jodi Arias, my personal thoughts

2013-05-28T01:00:00.001-07:00

Hello people... I know this blog is only my writing and drawing and all imagination ideas. I have gotten side tracked because of this trial that is going on. I'm not how long this woman has been on trial, I first heard of her trial because a friend of mine has been following it from the beginning.

Well a little background is this woman killed her "boyfriend" in a matter that was really gruesome. She has changed her story so many time that no one is sure what story is the correct one. First it was that two people came into his home and tortured him and made her kill him. Another was him being abusive to her and she "snapped" and could not take it another. When you look at her interviews and her testimonies even the 19 minute closing testimony; it seemed to me that she had no type of emotion at all.

She is so willingly to do interviews but somehow always manages to flip everything about her. What he did to her, how he treated her, how he wouldn't leave her alone... She seems to me more distraught about people accusing her and giving attitude back then to seem like she is sorry about what she did.

I truly believe this woman only cares about herself, she needs to be in the spot light and in order to do that she is making herself to be the "victim" and not caring about the actual Victim. I'm sorry but I don't understand after viewing the evidence and the way she has acted in court (not interviews) how the jury cannot come to a judgement of life or death. I understand, no one wants to send someone to their death, morally that is wrong. We are not the judges to execute anyone. Seriously though if we read the Torah, Bible and Quran does it not state that we can punish someone with a punishment that fits the crime that they have committed.

To me it seems that the death penalty does seem like a fitting punishment, but that just means MY taxes will have her in some type of "comfort" on death row. It will take a decade at LEAST for her to meet her day of human punishment. That means she will have the right to appeal her cause multiple times and have a chance to have the sentencing be overturned. I'm sorry but I am one that feels that there is enough evidence that a person (that is evil) does not deserves to have opportunities to appeal. To be living off my taxes for years until she meets her maker. Of course how the death penalty should be changed is an entirely DIFFERENT post that i might put up...

My point about this woman is the media should STOP giving her what she wants. ATTENTION!! How about instead they should focus on the VICTIM. Make shows showing him and his family, the accomplishments that he made. I'm sure if they stop giving her the publicity she craves we will most likely see the true nasty side of the person that she is.

If you have any comments feel free to comment below. Just make them respectful and tactful please.

Until Next time

A picture from yours truly

2013-05-27T22:34:00.001-07:00

Sorry that I have not posted anything. It's not lack of topics. I just can't choose which to talk about. But most are way to personal so I can't put them up here ( those might be my best writings too lol ). I am still editing the first draft of my story and I have decided after talking to a friend of mine that I will continue to keep writing. Talking to my characters they want me to keep going too.. For now I hope you all enjoy the drawing I made. I have not drawn in a long time so please dont laugh too hard lol...

Here it is. Nala from The Lion King I. Let me know what you all think. I drew this in between editing the story.. Yes drawing relaxes me and makes my imagination gush out a bit... I believe I'm finally finding my groove in writing...

Until next time.

A stay at home personal feelings

2013-05-04T12:49:00.001-07:00

Can you be lonely when you stay at home? Can you truly find happiness cleaning, doing the laundry, running errand and making food for your spouse. Regardless if your the man or woman that's staying at home, today is the day that you should speak out. Let your voice be heard, just use caution. You never know how your words can and will effect your life and the others around you.

I take your hot lunch to you everyday, you say thank you and say it taste good. I go home and clean our home and wash your clothes. All the while I'm thinking of what I should cook for dinner. Every piece of clothes I fold I'm reminded of your smile, your warmth, and the way I feel safe around you. I start thinking of how much I wish you would call and say "I'm coming home early, because I miss you."

I go to our bedroom and make the bed. I smile and close my eyes thinking of our lovemaking the night before. He tender and attentive you were. Your strong hands caressing my body, your beautiful lips lavishing kisses all over my body. A small yearning moan escapes my lips wishing you would magically be behind me, hug me and kiss me on my neck. Oh my dear, don't you know that being in our bedroom is a form of punishment for me when you aren't here.

Preparing dinner I look to my left and I can see you standing there with your arms crossed standing tall telling me how your day has been. Slowly you give me a sexy smile and wink at me. I start smelling the food burning and I realize that without you my life is meaningless. My heart hurts in sadness and yearning for the day to end until my visions of you become a reality once more.

Staying at home is a sweet punishment that I dread when I wake up but I look forward once he day ends. I never new knew that staying at home would teach me and show me how much loving you is a constant growth. How much my life is full of despair when you are not around. Staying at home makes me appreciate you more and my chores are always done with love.

I'm never lonely because you are always on my mind, I find happiness in cleaning, doing the laundry, running errands and making food for you because I'm giving you more love. My love for you fills me with happiness, I wouldn't want anything else.

Closing A Door and Opening A New One

2013-05-02T15:40:00.001-07:00

Pick the cleaners, pack our bags.. Think, think. My Brian freezes in excitement knowing that this unexpected trip can mean opportunities of success. "I feel like throwing up." " ok just lay down and I'll finish packing." I replied. I turned to look at my husband seeing his skin beaming pasty. Feeling the knots in my stomach getting tighter I must take a breath to calm myself.

" Remember my work bag, and my clap machine honey." My husband mumbled. "Don't worry babe that's the first thing I packed. Do you enter me to pack anything else?" I askd. "No, I'm sure you can pack all I need. I'm really nervous." "Of course honey, it's something new. Just remember that if they didn't trust you then they wouldn't be giving you this opportunity." "Ok, do you know that I love you." " I love you to. Now let me finish packing so we can get on the road." Smiling and patting his butt I walked away with the suitcase to pack it in the car.

My body is quivering with excitement, this is the opportunity that we could have been waiting for. So much sacrificing that finally God has granted us a blessing. I wish I could see the future, to know if this was a good decision. I guess we will find out once this little adventure is done.

Closing the cars trunk I look at the beautiful sky thinking... God if you are up there please help us with this move, let this be the right decision because this is the only thing we got.

My favorite Instrument

2013-03-29T00:00:00.000-07:00

I need to choose an instrument that I would like to be proficient in, which will it be and why. This is another writing exercise from the blog The One-Minute Writier blog. Seriously if you need topics to start writing in or like me just need to get into the flow of writing again. I really recommend this.

So here it is: (Start time: 10:46 am)

The fluet has always been a musical instrument that I would have loved to play proficiently. Unfortunately the instrument is to expensive and my parents could not afford it. Instead I love sitting in a quiet room and just listen to the musical sound of my favorite instrument.

Ending (Stopped time: 10:48 am)

Okay, hopefully I am getting a bit better but of course I really don not know. As you can see I am trying to spell everything correctly. I have my trusted dictionary with me. Since having my english class and getting good feedback from +Writing Resources; when I had the chance to question (not often). I have been trying to be really careful.

So hopefully you can let me know what you think.. Trust me I have a thick skin.

Khuda Faz,

LK

Look forward to my first Short Story coming soon!!

2013-03-28T01:00:00.000-07:00

Okay, so I have been working on this story.. Was trying to make it into a novel and it is not WORKING out. SOO, what I have done is cut it short and finished it. I will be editing it now and then putting it one here. Trust me I do think its is okay but at the ends.. It is missing the kick... If any of you have any suggestions once posted please feel free to comment.

I am not sure when I will post it but I will try to shoot for April... Don't hold your breath though... I am just going to start on my first editing draft by myself... I'm not a good writier and editing my own work....hmm... I don't think that is a good idea?? Well I have you guys.... maybe....possibly... can help?? lol

Ok, have to go and get into bed because I am really really tired. Plus need to write in my journal..

Khauda Faz,

LK

Naughty writing excersie

2013-03-27T01:00:00.000-07:00

Another One-Minute Writer prompt excersie. Again if you like, follow the link and see what the blog is about. It has so much information and good ideas, I of course especially love the writing prompts given. I actually started following them on twitter also.

Lets Begin: (Starting time: 9:31 pm)

The worst thing that I have ever done as a kid is hid from my mother for about 20 minutes. She got so scared that she started looking outside of the apartment for me and actually called my father and told him to come home to help find me. Everyone was screaming for me and my poor mother was crying. When I finally popped out with a grin I got the worst spanking I think any 8 year old could get.

Stopped at 9:33 pm

Ok so not really able to do that actual 60 second thing but hey at least this time I timed myself.

Khuda faz,

LK

Spring Cleaning, physical, mental and emotional writing excerise

2013-03-26T21:19:00.000-07:00

Another One-minute writer prompt that I will be using. I really like these by the way. I have so many saved up that I really need to get into it. I just don't have a computer that works for me to keep pasting the link on my own blog.

Insha'Allah, I will have my own computer soon... very very sooner... But until then I will have to keep borrowing my husbands work laptop, library. At least I can post blog's on here through my iphone I'm just not on it as much lol.

Okay, so here is my 60 second response:

Spring cleaning! Of course I have a huge load of items, physical and not that need to be cleaned. Where do I start, I think I will start in saying that I need to clean my mind!! I have so many thoughts and ideas that I just can't seem to be able to focus on one. I do though have started a journal so I think that my form of srping cleaning for my mind at least lol. Personal, well we need to find our own place!! Okay will not get into details on here but we are working on it.

Okay I took maybe what... two minutes to write that short paragraph. I can actually say that the time really is not a lot. It does force me to just think and write. Insha'Allah I will keep up with these.

Khuda Faz,

LK

Lips

2013-03-19T23:33:00.001-07:00

Those thick lips touching mines makes my inside's quiver with anticipation. Oh how I want to suck them slowly and enjoy the sift giving skin in my own mouth.
How is it that just this part if your body makes me flush with sexual thoughts. How is it that just your mouth makes me into your slave.
My hands and feet tied, you have made me immovable, I strain my body trying to break free. Do not think I am trying to run away, on the contrary I want to touch you as you have touch me. Feel your skin react with chills of lust as my skin has.
How does just thinking of kissing those lips make me quiver with sexual need. You Body become primal at the bare thought of your lips against mine.
Thoughts of how your lips softly kisses my body I yearn against this bed, arching my body I try to make my body easily accessible to your roaming lips. My body burns with passion once your soft lips touch me.
Oh how I crave your lips on me, oh how I yearn for your lips to give my body release.

Those lips, so thick, so soft, torturing my body. Oh lips how I yearn for you to come and give me my sexual release.

Expression of regret

2013-03-19T02:39:00.001-07:00

How can I say I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. I didn't mean to, I know it's hard to believe. Please forgive me, if you can't I understand. The anger that I felt was not towards you. It's pain and hurt that I have working myself that I haven't let out. I'm crying out for help but instead it seems that I'm crying out for war. You are the last person I want to go to war with. You are the first person I'm trying to run to ask for help. When your arms are around me I feel safe and protected, I feel like I can breath with out my lungs hurting. Lately all I have is this blackness inside of me and it seems like it is about to exploded. Help me please you are the only one that can help this pain this anger I feel go away. Forgive me for hurting you, forgive me for lashing out on you, I'm trying to call for help but it's not coming out like I need it too. Can't you see my eyes begging you to tak me away, to take me to that haven that only your arms your body can provide me. I'm sorry I hurt you I'm sorry I acted out. How can I express the regret and sorrow, how can I start helping you heal. Please forgive me I didn't mean to hurt. My own pain is exploding and it lashed out on you.
Please I beg you take me in your arms and give me comfort, I promise I'll try to be better. I promise that I'll love you forever

I'm sorry so sorry that I hurt, how can I make it better?

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (movie) Review

2013-03-18T17:26:00.001-07:00

Ok so I know this is a classic movie ( or that's what my husband says) I have never seen it an to tell you frankly I didn't like it. All these weird stories, I couldn't believe what's real (about the man) or fake.

The only I am reviewing the movie is because my husband bought me the book this weekend. And well I have started reading it and it seems that the book is more interesting then the movie.
When I am done with the book I will definitely let you all know what my thoughts are on the book itself.

A new adventure

2013-03-18T17:20:00.001-07:00

Waking up today I see that we have been given a chance. A chance to start a new chapter of our lives. We are both scared of what the future might hold, one thing we know is that together we will get through anything.

Being your wife I will always support your decisions, please know that I'm your number one cheerleader. This new adventure you have gotten I will push to the max!

Let's begin our future an make it the Best Adventure that we will both have together!!

Love or Money, Which will you pick. Here's mine

2013-02-04T04:30:00.000-08:00

I read this blog which for me is very interesting. Please take a look, I actually am saving their writing prompts in order to do on this blog. Insha'Allah it helps me with my writing. It is meant to be a one minute answer but of course I will try to make it at least two paragraphs. As I go I'll try to progress into a more essay format to eventually graduate in a quick one short story. Here goes;

In life we have decisions to make and most are simple like, which milk to buy, which shoes looks better. Of course you have some decision's that truthfully you don't know how to answer and you are unsure if it is the right one. Here is one question that should make you think. Which one in life would you prefer; love or money. A question that you should probably have a quick answer but if asked to explain will shut you up for days.
The best answer of course has to be love. Love is tied to so many emotions and people that it is a function of everyday life. How can you go to your job to earn money if you are not in Love with your job (ok not ALL people love their jobs but "what if"). I say if I had a choice for love or money I chose Love!! Love can revolve around my life because money will always come and go..

Ok so now help me out here.. If this is badly done please be frank with me. I have a thick skin and I LOVE input.

Again this is a writing prompt from The One-Minute Writer Blog. Go check them out, they have tons of writing prompt to reviews, etc.. I can say even thought I might not write that much here I do read their blog ALL the time.

Break time is over!!

2013-02-03T21:17:00.000-08:00

What can I say.. I have tried so many time to keep up with my writing that it seems like I am failing. I can't seem to get into the grove of it. I actually started school again so now here is the ongoing excuse... I will be to busy doing school work and trying to stay on top of the class.. But that is not what I will do. I have a plan..

Yes a plan.... I plan on writing more and more every chance I get. In my journal, here, well I only have these two places to write lol.. So Insha'Allah you will see more of my small work on here..

Laters!!

Christmas Holiday

2012-12-31T21:42:00.003-08:00

My husband actually doesn't celebrate Christmas because of his religion, he doesn't understand the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach ( you know butterflies). He can't understand the way you get goosebumps and the giddy feeling of opening a present. The joy a person feels when they give a child a gift or receiving a gift.

I grew up in Christmas, traditional the prepping would start after Thanksgiving dinner by putting up our Christmas tree. From there we would be seeing presents one by one filling under the tree. 5 days before Christmas we would prepare our food. We are an Hispanic family, my parents came from Guatemala City, Guatemala. So we eat Tamales (Central American style not Mexican) from scratch. This actually involved all of our members, Mom, Dad, my 2 older sisters and me. We would have the music blasting, singing and dancing was a must. Oh beautiful memories. On Christmas Eve we would eat lunch then fast until midnight which we would eat our Tamale, hot chocolate and a bread that we call Frances.

Of course through out the years and fast forwarding to today, I am married and my husband and I are Muslim. We do not celebrate Christmas because of the religious belief the Christians and Catholics put in it. So do I miss Christmas, the only thing that I miss is the traditional gatherings or what my family did for the preparation for it. The actual belief of the religious part no I do not. I don't believe in it so for me it is not.

What I do want to express is for the people that celebrate this time of the year I hope you had a beautiful Christmas around the people you love and appreciate. Insha'Allah you all are blessed and have many more!!

A moment of suspense

2012-12-24T14:49:00.001-08:00

Hearing the creak of the floor I pause holding my breathing knowing that she will be running down the those stairs. Two minutes passed and nothing, I take another step.. No more noise I finally get to the door and hold my breath again. Why do doors creak? I never got that. I'm almost there... So close...

Footsteps, to bad I'm not waiting to see who it is. I leap out of the front door and don't look back... In the distance I hear a scream.

Why do you write??

2012-12-23T02:30:00.000-08:00

Take a few minutes and ask yourself this question, Why do you write.

I write because my mind has voices that are shouting at me to tell their stories. It is so crowded in there that sometimes when I start writing I actually start conflicting their lives. I try to write every day but it seems that the voices only come out to play when they feel like it. When they do it pours on my sheet of paper and forget all the stress and issues that are surrounding me. If they give me a moment of peace from that reality then I welcome their eager shouts while I desperately try to figure out which is which.

Writing is a relief from the world and a pass time that I enjoy. Even though it is not something that is a regular routine I welcome it when it comes.

What are your reasons for writing??

Review: Game Of Thrones; By George R Martin

2012-12-22T03:00:00.000-08:00

OK so here is another L type review..

Book One is the introductory for all the character's and getting to know them a little better. Usually I don't like books that way because it makes it confusing to know what the actual plot is. This is different though. OK you guessed it, I'm still reading the book :)

I started last week and of course haven't been able to sit down and read it as I really wanted too. So far I can say that I like Jon and his little sister Arya and Bran (even though he got into that terrible accident ~~not really~~) The mother Catelyn I can actually say have mixed emotions. First she is selfish and her having hatred for Jon just because he is the... (thought I'll spill THINK AGAIN lol) should be a reason she is so cold to him. Its not his faults its actually her husbands (kind of spoiler alert)

Then you have the dragon princess (yes I don't remember her name and don't feel like looking in the book.) I feel so sorry for her but she seems like she is going to be either a very powerful character that could become the heroine or a very manipulative conniving little B!! So I guess I just have to keep reading..

What about those Lannister's family... So twisted!! and what they did to ... (again kidding won't spoil it) wasn't fair. At least in the beginning I know right off the bat that they are not liked, to me those are the "evil" ones of the book.

Talking to my hubby he heard through the grapevine that one of these books is actually very confusing to the reader... Haven't gotten there but I'll let you know when I get to that part...

Ill probably put up another post about the continuation of this book...

So I know that this is not part of the Creative Writing post I was going to be putting on here but until I get true inspiration and find my prompts I will be putting in reviews, past journal entries etc... So until then, hope you like the post

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