Pieces Of Me
Speaker Of Powerful Words
"Speaker Of Powerful Words" was recently added to my professional bio. It makes me laugh because I don't always realize how much power I put into the words I use. If you heard how I say things in my everyday life, you'd quickly learn it's not any different from how I apply my voice to … Continue reading Speaker Of Powerful Words
Plagued
I've been plagued by pain in so many ways over the last week and a half, that I really haven't been able to finish anything I've started to write. Work, at the moment, is that thing I should be doing, but can't because sitting here for 5-12 hours editing is excruciatingly painful. I won't lie; … Continue reading Plagued
Falling Apart
I apologize for not writing yesterday. I fully intended to do so, I've had a few things partially fleshed out, but by 8:00 a.m., I was not in a position to do anything. I couldn't even bend down! Something in my lower back popped yesterday morning while I was scrolling through messages on my cell … Continue reading Falling Apart
Some People, They Can’t Just Move On…
“Some people, they can’t just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me… I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It’s just…something that happened. And like that hole, I’m just finding ways, … Continue reading Some People, They Can’t Just Move On…
The Low Bid
If you're any kind of freelancer, you know, all too well, what the "low bid" means. In today's market, it is something I find utterly distasteful. You cannot put a price on creativity, but apparently many people are going around claiming they cannot afford it. Okay, then don't ask for it for free, and don't … Continue reading The Low Bid
When I First Started Writing…
When I first started writing, the advice that has stayed with me for 28 years is this: Write what you think, write what you feel, and write what you know. It doesn’t matter if someone doesn’t like it. There may have been some profanity thrown into the mix, but that was the gist of it. I’ve … Continue reading When I First Started Writing…
Days
The days are filled with terror. Problems piled up so high. Panic sets in, as soon as the birds start chirping. Sleepless nights, filled with anguish. Nothing solved from day-to-day, constantly being turned away. No one has answers and no one seems to care, absolving themselves of any and all responsibility. Reliability is rare, it … Continue reading Days
Unpreachable
(Author's Note: Happy Canada Day!) I don't like being preached to. I'm sure most of us don't. By "preach", I mean someone on their high horse with an agenda who is an absolute know-it-all and doesn't know when to stop. Initially I let it slide because it wasn't a daily diet, but now... It's gotten … Continue reading Unpreachable
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 