From My Perspective

A cacophony of traffic noises suddenly filled the air and I jerked awake. The touch of the woman's hand on my arm lingered. It was only a dream. A few seconds passed before I could remember where I was. I had recognized her. She was the woman that had been haunting my dreams for the past few months. Always smiling that sinister smirk, she would eerily float towards me, her hair moving on a faint breeze that I could not feel on my skin. Her lips moved, trying to give me a message that I knew I needed to hear. I was afraid of her but was drawn to her in desperation. I felt like I was meeting her for a purpose. She needed my help but I didn't know what I could possibly do for her. Tonight was the first time she was close enough to touch me. Her skin was wet and clammy, like she had been under water for centuries. It sent a chill that ran through my veins. It traveled up my arm until it reached my heart and startled me awake. I grabbed the blankets around me to try to rid myself ...

She looked to the right and saw that the fire was dwindling. The drizzle had made it difficult to find much dry wood but she had no choice but to search for more. She would freeze without the warmth of the fire. She removed herself from the safety of the light and stumbled out deeper into the woods. Picking up twigs and feeling for any dampness, she slowly gathered up a small collection of hopeful kindling. As she turned toward her makeshift campsite, she heard what she thought was footsteps coming from behind her. She spun around quickly, dropping a few of the precious sticks. The sound ceased immediately. She told herself it was all in her head and took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart. With trembling fingers, she picked up her bundle and quickly set back to the task of reviving her small fire. As she worked, she recalled the words of her father to her retreating back. "You'll be back, begging for mercy, just like your mother did," he predicted. "But the...

The most beautiful thing I have accomplished in my life is my marriage. I never really saw myself as someone that would settle down into a marriage. In fact, I believe I was afraid of it. My parents divorced after at least fifteen years of being together. I didn't want to have to go through that. I saw how it tore my mother apart. I figured that if I never got married, I wouldn't ever have to face the possibility of that pain. I was promiscuous to say the least, jumping from relationship to relationship. Starting at an early age, I always searched for "love in the wrong places". In fact, I had a counselor tell me when I was a teenager that my behavior was because my father left and I was trying to fill a void. Maybe the counselor was right, but I am not sure I like to blame others for my actions. I knew what I was doing. Besides, my mother always called me "boy crazy". I was one of those kids who had a "boyfriend" in kindergarten. But in each...

I would like to become a successful writer. I don't necessarily mean success as in fame and fortune. Although, seeing my novel on the big screen would be out of this world! But no, I don't really want to have to do deal with some agency telling me where to go, who to meet, nor what to write. That comes from within. My writing will be from the heart only. I don't want someone breathing down my neck, trying to tell me when I need to get something done. That's the whole point of working from home and being my own boss. I am tough enough on myself as it is. I want my life to be pressure-free. My goals are to have a thriving blog where I will share my personal reflections on random topics. I plan to be completely honest and not just type things that I think other people will want to hear. I want to be real. My second goal is to write novels. I am currently working on one that has great potential. I hope to make a living doing something that I love in the comfort of my home...