it's about being a little strange, seeing what happens, and appreciating the simple things
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Definition Poem
Anxiety [ang-SIGH-i-T] 1. Walking into a room full of strangers. 2. The sound of my heart in my throat and that annoying voice in my head. 3. A dry mouth. 4. The skin around fingernails picked raw. 5. The unknown. 6. Small talk.
I love to tell stories. Everything on this blog is the truth, or at least a near version of the truth. But I also write fiction for teenagers. My first book, STREETLIGHTS, is in the querying stage which means I'm searching for someone to love it as much as I do. My second book, DEVELOPING OUR WINGS, is in the revising stage which means I'm working to make it beautiful. In the meantime, I'm raising two boys and trying to keep the van on the road. Join me on the journey!
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