Daily Prompt: 1984

You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.

 After the door shuts and locks I can start to feel the blood rush to my hands as my palms get warm. The knob of the door is gripped so tightly that I can feel my fingernails digging into to my wet palms. As I turn around I look up to the sky first in an attempt to ignore what was beneath me. I placed my palms against what I thought was going to be a smoothly painted wall with a door. It was when I felt the rough cold stones against my skin that my heart dropped and I closed my eyes. Suddenly I could feel my pulse throbbing through my fingers as my hands start to sweat. When I open my eyes I see a city beneath me. I’m standing on the ledge of a 75 floor building with my back pressed up against the wall and my feet hanging over the ledge with a storm on the horizon.

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Daily Prompt: A Letter to My Hero!

I’m absolutely LOVING these weekend prompts! Daily Prompt: My Hero!

Dear God,

You’ve always had your eyes and blessings on my life. There have been so many times in my life that I questioned everything you do but I didn’t know you then. I didn’t know how truly free you allow us to be until I hurt myself over and over; each time you were there to pick up the pieces, tend to my wounds, and show me how to live again. All the times I strayed from you after I knew this you could have easily discarded me but you didn’t. Your love is the strongest love I’ve ever know because your love seeks me out to thrive. By loving me you are fulfilled and you knew that when I finally understood that I would know how much purpose you have for my life and everything I touch.

I owe my life to you because you gave your life to me. I will struggle each day to live my life for you because I know that I can never repay you for the sacrifices you’ve made and will continue to make for me. Through me and my family I want the world to know how amazing you are.

I love you,

Me

Becoming a Writer

The first area I ever wanted to major in when I graduated high school (2004) was Journalism. After my mom told me there was no money in journalism she convinced me to major in nursing since I care a lot about people. My second choice was Cosmetology but bringing that up went even worse, my mom flat-out refused to pay for those classes. So it was either Nursing or Psychology. After I chose nursing I dropped out after the introductory class, I knew there was no way I could poke people with needles and see blood and gore on a regular basis. Yes I care a lot about people but I didn’t want to do it that way. So I switched to Psychology. That lasted about one semester before I wanted to change my major again.

Finally, in 2007 I was spent on switching majors every semester. I went to my parents and told them again that I wanted to do Cosmetology. After their adamant response or refusing to pay I let them know that I was going to go to school for it whether they helped me to pay for it or not. Two years later I graduated with an AA in Esthetics and in 2009 I pasted my California State Exam and became a Licensed Esthetician. Despite those accomplishments, I never stopped writing poetry.

So many memories that my mom shares with me from my childhood include sitting me down somewhere with a book or a notepad and a pencil and not hearing a peep out of me. She even has some short stories I wrote when I was in grade school. As a result, there has always been this desire in me to get some of my work published. As much of a research buff I am I’ve never researched how to get published or even attempted to write a short story until now.

I’m proud to say that I’m attempting to write a series of children’s books about my dogs, Nala and SnapShot. They’ve very animated and full of so much personality that I figured at the very least this would be a writing project that will get me back into the writer’s mentality, something I haven’t assessed since I graduated 8th grade in 2000. When I first signed up for WordPress I read a blog about a fiction writing method called the Snowflake Method. After some deliberation I’ve decided to use this method to write my series of books. Today I’ve officially started Step 3, which might not seem like a lot of steps but TRUST ME they take a lot of work!

I’m very excited to see where this writing journey leads me! I’m also hoping it gives me the courage to publish some of my most private poems in a book one day. Hoping and praying!

If there is anyone out there reading this that is willing to be my mentor or give me any tips I’m wide open for all suggestions! Leave your comments and know before you submit them that they are greatly appreciated!