Thanks for the replies people. Both my character and myself are the sort that need to do something. We internalize a bit but the more upset you become the more you do. In this case my character cooks or more precisely bakes. Doing it helps give him time to work things out and be away from people while it happens. Just needed to make sure it made sense and after reading it fits as a coping mechanism. Thanks for the help.
I am in the process of writing my story when I had my character do something to relieve stress. For me it is what I normally do but was told it wasn't believable when I allowed someone to read it early. So I put this out there to see the responses so I can judge for myself. When you are mad, upset, and trying to work through it what is it you do to refocus yourself? (I don't want to say what I do because I don't want to color anyone's response. And please don't make it sexual, because of how I have my character it wouldn't make sense at this point.) Thank you.
Now that is what I call lucky Nephylim. You have had men who wanted you to know how they felt about you. Your son included. Nice to know you are loved that much.
As for your hoping, well you aren't the only one.
Perhaps not Bob but at least it made you feel included and that is important in life as well.
Okay I have a serious case of the creeps. What the heck is going on in this family? I hope you continue it. I mean I want to know why the sister is living in a pink palace while Michael has a cot only and no windows in his room. What happened with the accident and who the hell is Josh?
Always nice to know someone cares about you. Just sort of came out of left field and wasn't expecting it. Of course now I had to buy the album and am trying to decide to how to proceed.
Now that is a beautiful song. Glad to know someone finds you as special as you are. Congrats and keep them close.
The Doorway
It stands before you, vast and wide
The possibilities are endless and confusing.
What has brought you to this point?
The end of some chapter of life – end of school, start of a marriage, someone died.
The doorway stands open and clear
A path before it branches over and over again.
What will you choose?
Will you have joy or pain? Will you be alone or with someone dear?
The future is unwritten, waiting for you
Like a blank page it awaits you
When you stand in the doorway and face the unknown what do you do? Some go through gracefully. Some slam the door shut. Whatever you do eventually you pass the final door on your own.
There is someone I have known for a long time. Guided along and kidded with. Never thought it would really go further than that. Then I had a song dedicated to me. Adele's Make You Feel My Love. I guess you can say the blinders have suddenly fallen off. Has this ever happened to anyone else? Has anyone told you how they feel about you with a song?
Thank you. I find dance can be very powerful. My friend is a dancer and I wanted to do something to honor his abilities by capturing the spellbinding strength of it in words. Not easy to do.
I write a bit of everything. I know Lugh said the theme is doorways. Based off that idea I am working on something for him. Just will have to wait till after I finish the next chapter on my story.
I take pictures of tombstones. Some because I am working on my family tree and it gives dates and some because the tombstones are simply beautiful to behold.
A Cat’s Life - Metamorphosis
It had been a long time since the cats had needed to check on one so early in its life. Each had gone through their lives displaying their usual lack of interest in the people that surrounded them. They knew the secrets of the world around them and they rarely, if ever, shared what they had gleamed from life with others.
The rain had been falling all day long. Unfortunately Ron's car had broken down and he was forced to make due by catching the loca
I'll join you on the Lord of the Rings. Although my father can't stand it. But he has to put up with Tolkien anyway. I made the Hobbit my thesis for my Master's degree. lol
Well I was born and raised on Long Island so have done Fire Island, the Hamptons and NYC. I also try to go some where new every year. The one thing I always ask of my friends is to send me a post card from wherever they go on vacation. I keep them and then when I want inspiration I look at their postcards and see what is in that area. It is how I have found some great little spots to visit while up in Maine, out Indiana, and down in Texas.
I find a deep breathe and then simply asking. Don't over think it. The worse you can get is a no. The best is a yes. It doesn't end the world or make things harder. Good luck.
I don't see this being too short Marzipan. I am writing this, nearly daily here, but it is one of those that will be finished when it finishes. Charlie has a lot to figure out before I can allow myself to say goodbye to him and whatever else is going to unfold. Of course,read to find out what that is.
Chapter 3 – A Life Saved
For a moment Charlie sat on the ground stunned. However, all it took was the sight of people moving in toward the dark coated figure for Charlie to get himself into action.
“Oh my God, is he dead,” gasped the horrified voice of the woman driver as she left her car and began to head back toward the man on the street.
Charlie stood up and moved quickly. He could see an elderly gentleman trying to get on his knees to check on the figur