Fear has always been the scent that I enjoyed most. It’s complex, like a well-aged red wine. Fear is in the blood; a syrup for the senses. When the blood is stirred, the fear rises up in a scent of mercurial, crimson decadence. It is such sweetness. When left to settle, the rouge settles back… Continue reading #writingdaily | feast
Fear was always the prelude to the dark. That conflict raging inside all of us waiting for each daily choice which would, finally, give us no way out of its festering grasp. Or, so it would have us believe. Some of us use the fear and the dark whispers as our motivation—“a means to an… Continue reading #writingdaily | Angeline
Today is a good day. Why do I say such things? One simple truth--correction. Make that two simple truths: God is in His heaven Inspiration lives What is this nonsense about Inspiration? For a writer, there is nothing quite as powerful as inspiration. Negative: when it leaves us. Positive: when it finds us once more.… Continue reading a good day
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