New site, New friends!

I spent a large part of my day yesterday checking out different blogs. I even entered a writing contest which involved a real challenge: 150 words, no more no less (and for a very long-winded person like myself, you can imagine it was a toughie) and it must contain the 5 random words that were chosen.
For this specific challenge the words were: Yellow, Dying, Contrary, Draw and Preliminary. You can check the contest out here
So what I thought would be a fun little exercise in creativity turned into so much more. I found a community of other writers blogging right along with me. What an unexpected treat!
If you happen to know of any other writer’s blogs worth joining, please leave a note with a link to their site.

Writing Exercise: Metaphors and Similes

Writing Exercise: Metaphors and Similes

I was scrolling through the internet looking for some writing exercised to get my creative juices flowing when I came upon this exercise: http://fictionwriting.about.com/od/writingexercises/qt/metaphorex.htm

At first it seemed a little odd, but it was fun to try to come up with strange and interesting answers. Though I copied it to Microsoft Word and saved my answers, I’m sure it’s something I will come back to again and again when I need a little creative boost.

Hope you enjoy!

To Love, Faith and Hope

It's been a long time since I even opened this blog. The idea of writing anything has been inhibited by super-duper amounts of stress and surreal horror over the last 6 months. A story of horror so intense that I hope to write about it someday. If it were a book, the final chapters would have been finished as of this month, the anti-climax will continue until probably May or June, the scars will last forever.
Though I mentioned the last 6 months, the true horror of the story started almost 3 years ago, and that agony and terror has played the largest role in my life, trumping all else.
Now that the end has come, the book is closing and it's time to move on to join the land of the living again and to ask "who am I?" without this torture ruling my life, a sign was giving. My sister gave me a gift for Christmas. It was a simple gift really, a couple of magazines on writing techniques... What mattered was on the Christmas card attached to the magazines were written the simple words of "Love, Faith and Hope".
My sister has walked through the hell I have walked through the past 3 years and still had it within her to have the love, the faith and the hope that I pursue with my writing.
If she can have the love, faith and hope in me for success, by all means so should I. So here's to having a little "faith" and a lot of "hope" to continue writing and turning out things that I "love"