. . . the wildness in the way she ran about on the sand, unfettered and free. This girl is a marvel, a joy to watch where she's normally so quiet. Everything she saw, everything she touched was new. No matter how many times her eyes had seen a wave crashing down into white foam,…
A book collection or a life?
Two years ago I lost all of my books. A twenty-something year old collection of fiction, non-fiction, collector's editions, first editions, science texts and my own thesis. Yesterday, I walked 7km to get this book so I could start it again. Ahhh . . . But why this one in particular? Well . . .…
Just another day.
I thought about dying today. This isn’t anything new. Most days death passes through my mind. I’m a writer, aren’t I? Some of my characters die, some deal with their deaths. Others are constantly surrounded by it (looking at you, Azrael.) Others, well they give death to their counterparts like the villains they truly are.…
Mmmh.
Le sigh. Just a quick one this time... no writing update, just my state of mind. I can’t talk, so I write. I’m overwhelmed. There’s no other way to put it, and this isn’t a good thing. My head feels like it’s simultaneously exploding and being crushed, and my mind is doing that thing where…
Musings of LAmanda 