Blog Entries from Em_Anders

  1. It's been a while

    The last post I made was so long ago and I forgot to look at the date before beginning this post. However, if I'm right, it was either in 2012 or 2013- both years I had lived 3-4 months separated from my husband and son while I worked in another state, trying to find appropriate housing and schools for my family. Fast forward a few years and here I am: Working full time, going to school full time, and divorced. I still have my kid, though. There's something. I used to use this blog as an...
  2. Missing my Boys. A Message from the heart.

    So on May 14th I accepted a job in San Diego, California. This job would in theory, make me happy enough with my choice in future career path(s) that I couldn’t resist. My husband and dear friend, Chris, is completely on board with the decision and backs me 100%. So I left my job in Austin, Texas, to take this job, 19 hours away and back in my own home town, leaving behind my son, my husband, all that I hold dear. In the time it took to drive to San Diego I recognized and rejected the taste...
  3. Dream: Someone help me out here

    Like most of my previous blog posts, I have a dream to share. Only this time it is in snippets and glimpses of the whole. What the main storyline or theme is, I have no clue, but I hope that in my relation of my dream someone will be able to fill in the blanks. My dream went as follows: Harsh ragged breathing fills my ears, my sight is dim and yellowed. The hall before me is tiled, dingy, and houses hundreds of doors. All are locked, all are darkened, and as I pass each one, the...
  4. Revisitation

    One thing I love about returning to old characters or old story ideas, is having the opportunity to see them with a fresher perspective. I've noticed that once I start writing something, I spend so much time on it I get caught up in the story's web and my own little world, that what I end up with is something only I enjoy reading. Last weekend I decided to revisit my first and favorite character, Sabrina. She's psychotic, suffers from manic mood swings, changes her hairstyle and color...
  5. Giving the Self-Published of Amazon a Go

    Every other two months, I work night shift for two months. It is a rotating shift of 12 hours, broken up by 2-3 days of time off. While I'm on night shift, I will keep night shift hours even on my days off, so that I reduce my chances of experiencing fatigue or frustration with my shedule. Because of this, I am the only person in the house that is awake at all wee hours of the night and morning. Because of this, I get incredibly bored and try to think of ways to inspire myself to write more,...
  6. Finding Larth

    Yes, Larth, as in the Etruscan equivalent to the Scandinavian name Lars. I have been negligent of my blog here on WF for the past week or so because Tuesday I learned the writing project I thought was due on the 23rd, was actually due on the 16th. Surprise! So I have been writing feverishly, researching ravenously, and managed to pull a 15 page tragic love story out of my creative pool. But then, what's this? My professor only wanted the story to be 5-6 pages? What nonsense is this? No...
  7. Salty Sea, Dirty Apartment

    A little expansion, a little more flair put into a dream I had a few months back. Enjoy =) The tang of salt is in the air, mixed with warmth on the breeze. An ocean comes up to my knees, and I am surrounded by swells and seagulls. Jagged coral encrusted rock peek up between the waves, and I am holding hands with a man I've never seen. The water is sapphire and emerald, the sand fine beneath my toes. My red dress, marked dark by the water splashing up my hips, dances in tune with the...
  8. Push the Edge

    Slowly but surely I seem to be building the confidence needed to post fragments of things I've written, to allow myself the criticism necessary to grow and further develop myself as a writer. Here is a poem I wrote a few months ago that is very near and dear to me. It underwent only one revision as the words my heart wanted to speak were not willing to be altered (much). As always, opinions and criticism, critiques and suggestions are welcome, and enjoy =) Push the Edge Standing...
  9. Old Country Women

    A little exercise I made of writing out a portion of one my more recent dreams. I've presented my unedited version for public review here on the Forum Blog. Opinions and critiques are welcome as always =) “What you want, old woman? What’d you come’ere for?” Hattie leaned on the front door jamb, arms crossed with an old rag in hand. She stood casually, as if there wasn’t a pie set out to cool and wayward birds to keep from eating it. “You know what I came here for, you old negra. I ain’t...
  10. Procrastination, Such an Aggravation **Adult language

    Seriously, why procrastinate? As applied to on-line classes, procrastination not only hurts you, but your classmates as well. When a deadline for an interactive assignment is set for say, Sunday, and you wait until Sunday to post your original argument, you aren't giving any of the other class members enough time to form a proper rebuttal- in turn, causing everyone else to haunt the discussion boards up until the very last minute- causing everyone to lose precious hours of sleep when it...
  11. Chicken Nuggets

    Skin removed, meat chopped to bite-size bits: preparation is key. In a bowl sits finely crumbled bread, savory seasonings, and a dash of salt. First dipped in whipped egg, then milk, then dry mix, the meat is gently placed in an inch of oil in a pan. Set to a temperature of a precise fever pitch, it cooks. Flipped and sauteed, the battered meat browns until the right coloring is achieved. Extracted and placed in a large ceramic bowl to cool, greedy and eager hands await, impatiently wringing...
  12. The House of Winners **Adult content**

    Adult Content: Some language and adult situations. You've been warned. This is a dream I had about a week ago, that I wrote about in another blog post titled "Dream Hoarding". I know few who wanted to know the dream and the process of how I developed it after dreaming it. To answer that, Jack Lee, I have no clue. I just dreamed of a beautiful woman being forced to be with a once-beautiful man, and their dire situations prompted drastic escape plans. The end of my dream was clear, and from...
  13. Twinkle Twinkle Little Pixie: Pixie Litter Revisited

    It's silly, I know, but how can anyone who has ever loved Peter Pan, Tinker Bell , and Neverland, not enjoy a silly story from time to time? Read on my fellow readers! “Wake up! Twinkle, c’mon! Get up!” The demand echoed down a hallway and I struggled to stay asleep. I had been dreaming of my Prince again, the one with the golden egg. I loved that dream so much it was always depressing to wake up from it; to find myself alone in bed, alone in my apartment with nothing or no one to...
  14. Back when things weren't so simple

    The other night I had a few gummy bears before going to bed, and this is what I earned: A dry, dusty road lined with trees on one side and wheat fields on the other leads into a town still steeped in late Victorian traditions even though it was 1939. The white families owned and operated the shops in Town Center, and the black families farmed the town's supply of chicken, wheat, corn, and beans. Everyone shared with everyone and the town kept to itself. Very rare was the child that would...
  15. Dream Hoarding

    I know I said earlier that whatever dreams I post on here are open to interpretation and expansion by others, but for this dream, I'm keeping mum. It was as complex as my previous dream BritInFrance was so kind to apply his creativity to and turn into Escape from the Circus. There were about three story lines all interwoven to twist and turn and lead me in different directions until suddenly the dream was over, the end results were realized, and when I woke up I wished I could go back to...
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