The Nothings

I had a dream that left me inspired but sad. Not sad but heartbroken. Not heartbroken but empty. This could be due to the current feelings I went to bed with or a situation or the fact that I can feel other people’s emotions. The only problem with this is I can’t let it go.


There’s a darkness that escapes only to feel the light for a second.
This escape is a leak of nothings.
It’s feeling a loss that was never found or buried.
It’s feeling cold in a warm car.
It’s a memory that never happened.
It’s being lonely with someone sleeping next to you.
It’s feeling empty after a meal.
It’s pretending to be happy when all you want to do is cry.
Let the darkness escape to feel the light.
Feel all the nothing feelings.
And when you’ve felt all that you can feel of the nothing,
Seek out the why and give the nothings something to hold and feel.

Friday’s Corner

It’s Friday! Made it through another week. I’ve had hardly any work to do but since everything is blocked on the internet I’m left sitting playing solitaire on the computer. I had people express their sympathy for how I’m being treated and that it hasn’t gone unnoticed but that’s not going to change the fact that I’m looking for another job. I had two emails from employers, ‘we are going ahead with our process’ or ‘we feel another candidate would be better suited.’ I’m just hoping that my current employer has given a bad reference. Why would they? I’m bringing my doodle book and some other stuff to keep me occupied.

I wrote a little short story. It’s nothing much but it was enough to get me excited about writing again. Happy Friday!

Corner Watcher

For years she played with Gemma. They were inseparable just as a girl and friend should be. Then her Gemma grew apart having less in common. Gemma sits on a chair in the corner of her friend’s room, watching as she made plans and growing up.
She sat in that corner for years watching her friend grow up into a young woman.
She watched triumphs and trophies, first loves and heartbreaks. She watched fights with her parents and life learned lessons. Through the years Gemma noticed an unknown shadow slowly get closer to her friend’s window. At first, Gemma didn’t think anything of it but grew concerned when she could see that the shadow had human characteristics. She wanted to scream at her once forever friend about the danger lurking outside. One night her friend was woken by the sound of broken glass. Gemma could see the figure was now in the room and her friend was making an escape. Gemma glared the man down as he hurriedly left out the window he broke through. The father came in the room with a 911 operator on the floor, ‘Yes, I think we’ll be able to identify the intruder,’ as he picked up Gemma from her corner chair. As usual, Gemma saw everything sitting in the corner. The triumphs, heartbreaks, plans being made and thanks to the little nanny came, she also saw the intruder.

Deprecation and Humor

I don’t know what I would call this? A poem? It doesn’t qualify as a limerick. It’s just a little conversational example of my thoughts through some days. But I also wanted to include what I tell myself and some of the humor in it. The past month was brutal but I was realized I made it worse for myself. I withdrew from a lot and it wasn’t really for soul searching it was for other reasons. My husband wasn’t much help but I stopped blaming him for most of the issue. I had to pull myself out of the slump. I was afraid that if I fell further into it there would be no coming out. I’m getting there and forcing myself to find time for things I like to do. I included one of my Inktober doodles for this poem. I  thought it was fitting.


I’m not normal, what is wrong with me?
-It’s ok, what is normal anyway?
I’m not society’s vision of beautiful?
-It’s ok, why do you want to be like everyone else?
I don’t make enough money.
-Are you comfortable, house, food, and a little extra for coffee?
I’m not adequate for another job.
-If you don’t try then you’ll never go anywhere?
Why do I question my own existence?
-Are you talking to me?

Happy Birthday Daddy

Today is my father’s birthday. As I get older I now understand how important it was to him for us to just be there. We didn’t have to bring gifts of cake but our presence was what he wanted. It’s what I now want with the kids getting older and having their own lives and things to do. I’m learning to let a lot go and understand that they have to grow even if it means away from me. Tonight I thought we would all go out to dinner for my dad’s birthday and then over the weekend, I’ll work on finding a Scottish or Swedish dessert recipe to take place of his birthday cake, or even better a Scottish cake. If any of my readers have a recipe of Scottish or Swedish origins to share it would be greatly appreciated.

I thought I would try my hand at poetry again but this time kind of honoring my father and my quest to understand what he unknowingly passed down to me.


I Lost Something

I lost something I’ve never known.
Obsolete and unsure,
without the guidance from a living cornerstone.
Often wondering if I belong or even where,
Identifying with no one and solitaire.

I lost something I’ve never known.
Is it there and can it be shown?
Do I ask to learn?
Is this my concern?

I lost something I’ve never known
but promise an oath to learn of seeds sown.
How do I prepare?
I’ll start with some cookware.

6 Word Story: 10/12

I’m sneaking a moment away to write my 6-word story. The house wasn’t a conducive creative writing environment and my husband is still not understanding that I need my ‘me’ time. I’m not that busy here at work so I can write this quick but it breaks my heart that I can’t even sneak away and draw.


The mutant whale destroyed the laboratory.

6 Word Story: 10/11

I think I’m going to have to take a break from writing…forget about drawing. I have no time and it seems like my husband doesn’t understand that I need time without interruptions or noise to at least concentrate on my ideas. I’m heartbroken that it has come to this to make a point but I don’t have the time. I’m going to do my best to sneak away but if not please understand that I’m overwhelmed and busy.


Prompt: Cruel

Werewolves are shunned by other wolves.

6 Word Story: 10/10

Yesterday was an off day. New moon? Teen stress? Hell of a storm that was blowing in? Who knows but it brought a migraine that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Ok, maybe my absolute worse but you get the idea. Dreading weigh-in tomorrow to the point I don’t even want to attempt to get on the scale. Let’s just start with the 6-words and hope for the best to come. It’s getting to be really tiring trying to be positive.


Prompt: Flowing

Her wand streamed magic and Netflix.

6 Word Story: 10/9

I have come to the conclusion that I’m literally going to have to take a mini-vacation, leave the town, barricade myself in a room with room service so I can draw. I managed to finish 3 drawings and add 2 inkings to the larger project but it took me 6 hours. I went to bed exhausted only to have a husband with back spasms refusing to take his meds because they make him sleepy. They make him sleepy at bedtime?! At the end of our conversation, he decided that it would be wise to get up and take his meds. Cleaning my coffee pot now, packed my art supplies up to take to work with me so I can work on it during lunch and breaks, got dinner pulled out and planned so hopefully tonight I’ll get everything done.


Prompt: Precious

A witches most cherished item; grimoire. 

6 Word Story: 10/7-8

As a mom, I can attest to the fact that it’s exhausting making holiday childhood memories for your kids. But it’s worse when you’re trying to make it special but they don’t want to really participate unless it involves money or food. I think next year I may not have to go all out with lights and pumpkin carving but it is kind of surreal realizing that they are growing up and there is nothing I can do about it. Here are my story catch-ups and hopefully tonight I will have all my sketches done provided I get dinner done, kid to work, kid to sports practice, and a kid to do his homework.


Prompt 10/7: Exhausted

Bigfoot tired trying to make friends. 

Prompt 10/8: Star

'That star grants curses through wishes.'

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