They bounce through the sky on the breeze, Traverse the world’s length with such ease, Nimbus brings the rain, Cirrus plays to feign, The clouds! They do just as they please. I hope you enjoyed it, Christina! 🙂 ~ Victoria Elizabeth
Now that we’re officially one week away from the close on our new house, my husband and I have decided it’s probably about time we start packing up our possessions and deciding what stays and what goes. Even though we went through the “shedding” process just last August, it’s amazing how much more CRAP we’ve…
Nothing excites a writer more than learning that one of their works has been accepted into a publication. On April 17th, my short story, “Sticky Fingers,” will be published on the front page of LINGUISTIC EROSION, an online journal dedicated to flash fiction. Woohoo! I try not to count my chickens before they hatch, of…
Last night, I had the opportunity to hang out with my future sister-in-law, Lindsey. She’s getting married in just six short weeks [egads!] and last night we were working on the finishing touches for her wedding invites. A little late, but better than never. Since she is using a virtual RSVP website, she had the…
Today marks a week since my husband and I lost our close friend, Greg Asphaugh. He was only 26 years old. His whole life stood before him. To take my mind off of the events of the past week, I decided to sit down and finally finish Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins, which I had…
I’m not my usual optimistic self just yet, so I decided to share some of my “work poetry” to help lift my spirits. In my office, the supervisors have a tendency to announce via email when it’s their turn covering the night shift and/or weekends. Instead of just sending out a quick, “Hey, I’m here…
Since the last poem went over so well, here’s another. ****************** Frustration. Words flow, but meaning never comes. Some people fight for the joy of breaking down the spirit overly righteous. Others scream and shout for the sweet release of carbon-dioxide into the air. Very few speak for a worthwhile cause. Feelings hurt egos bruise…
A few nights ago, I shared a poem on my other blog, The Memoirs of a Yo-Yo Dieter, entitled, “Why I Run.” With the help of a good friend, I edited the poem down to make it more powerful, less wordy, and to make it “submission-ready” for a few contests. Since I haven’t shared any…
I was very pleased to find out that the school’s Connect site ran the article I submitted to them a few weeks ago on this morning’s blog. Woohoo! That is officially my 16th publication since I’ve started sending out my work in July 2012, so I’m feeling pretty excited for what the future holds in…
Sometimes, God blesses you with one of those days that reminds you why you get up in the morning. A day that makes not hitting the snooze button a fourth time and crawling out of your bed a worthwhile decision. A day that falls into your lap, gift-wrapped and pristine, after weeks of hard work,…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 