The Writer's Mind

Creativity can spring from a single word. So, I asked my Facebook fans to give me one (word, that is). Here is what I got: void, onomatopoeia, gentrification, Stygian, and hemoglobin. I thought about writing a story or poem for each word; however, the urge to string these crazy words together into one story proved too appealing. Read on for the result.

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Silence of the Pens

It's no secret; the silence of my pen has lasted too long. I could quote excuses--my cat of 17 years died, I got two new kittens, both of which take up considerable time and attention, I started a new job--but at the end of the day, I know I could've made the time. So, why the hiatus? The answer is simple: for whatever reason, the creative juices simply stopped flowing.
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Acceptance

Over the last month, my pen has gone into seclusion, not for lack of ideas or imagination, but as a result of life itself. Roughly five weeks ago, I lost my cat of 17 years. Needless to say, the loss devastated my spirit, leaving little energy for creative endeavors. With the house feeling lifeless and desolate, my husband and I decided to adopt a new kitty just one week after laying our Boo Boo to rest.
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Feeding the Beast

This past Saturday, I busied myself with those necessary evils known as household chores. As I vacuumed, laundered clothes and performed various other unglamorous duties, a feeling of unease blanketed my aura like a Snuggie. I should've felt great about knocking out so much housework; however, try as I might, I couldn't shake the disquieting feeling, and by the time my head hit the pillow, I was mildly agitated (my husband may disagree on the adjective here).
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