Work Seasons.
November 28, 2009 
Another work season has come and past. Will not look at the rails again until March.
Success.
Kisses and Lampposts.
November 24, 2009 
Her lungs felt like they were going to shrivel up and die; she could not catch her breath for the life of her. She leaned against the lamppost, sweating, although it was nearly freezing out. She could not belive how far she had run and so quickly. Hannah wiped the sweat from her brow and groaned at the needle-sharp pain that penetrated her side. The moistness on her face was now hot tears, streaming rapidly. Sobs began to echo down the empty street. Hannah was tired of running after something she could not catch, that she had no right to catch in the first place. Why couldn’t she just be loved for once? And then, she heard it. The heavy footfalls. Their bodies collided as he ran full-force into her, stopping as they hit the brick building. Panting, breath steaming in the cold November air, David cupped her delicate face in his hands. Hannah noticed the evidence of tears on David’s face before he leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him as he whispered, “I’ve loved you all along.”
Breaking Ties.
November 23, 2009 
I’ve noticed that I have been slowly breaking ties with this blog. Three years, going on four that I’ve had it. I don’t want to give it up but at the same time I feel like I’ve grown away from it. Not that I’m too old to keep a journal, just I am now able to talk about myself, my feelings, my thoughts to other people. I feel like I no longer need this sounding board like I used to.
I will keep doing this short posts since that is what has been keeping my interest as of late. Maybe I will come to a more definite decision as to what I want to do with this when the new year rings in.
My My, Oh, My!
Talks of you cooking the turkey, me the veggies and if I prefer a real or fake tree (real, obviously). An orange cat named Jack and my my oh my, is this our future we’re speaking of?
Artist Mood.
In an artist’s mood. Cranky for no reason, just don’t want to be cooped up in an office.
I want to be creative right now…or just bum around the house.
Feeling Pretty Damn Special!
A paranormal group in Lowell read my article about Dudley Road and want to talk to me about it. Very happy that my journalism is finally getting some buzz! So killer!
