2 Weeks Notice Blog

Lord knows I have been SLACKING super majorly on writing on this blog!

But never fear, I have not forgotten it. I am actually going to be starting a new experiment/project, and this will be the laboratory in which work.

I have decided that I want to become a creative writing teacher…it scares the HELL out of me but, I guess that means that I should be doing it since it takes me out of my comfort zone. It’s sorta been a secret dream of mine to teach writing, and now I’m gonna try and make it happen!

But anyway, onto this experiment of mine….seeing as I have NOT participated in NaPoWriMo this year (i know, it sucks…been too busy and I actually forgot for the first week or so) I figured I could but my writing skills to use in another way, one that would possibly prepare me for my future career.

1.  I have re-joined the RPG-Fiction site We’ve Got Obsessions as a means of character development and to reawaken my creative brain.


2. I will be doing writing prompts on here…

I won’t be posting EVERYTHING I write on WGO on here, but I will post the best scenarios that I write. As far as the writing prompts, I haven’t found a direct source for them as of yet, but I will be searching, and once I find it, I will begin writing! Now realistically speaking, I probably won’t do one a day. It would be nice, but I know my life and how distracted and how busy I can get (like right now I’m supposed to be retyping these Arts and Crafts lesson plans smh). So I figure anywhere between 2-5 writing prompts per week is a good starting point.

My goal is to get back in the habit of writing everyday and to make it so that I can be comfortable again creating my own worlds, cause quite frankly I’m uber rusty! And how can I teach someone something that I don’t even practice myself?!?!

Anyways, like I said, I should be doing work right now. Now that I have gotten this off my chest I can resume doing the work that I am being paid to do.


Posted on: April 1, 2015

There are times when I realize that I am not meant for a lot of things or people. This is one of those moments…

I really don’t  get it. Perhaps it’s me. And if so, then okay, I’m the problem. And when there’s a problem, you extract it…and so must be done with me.

I can’t even lie. I have felt from the beginning that this was not really for me, about me, or even about being around me. I am an Extra. The person people invite out of sympathy or when they need a certain number or when they want a discount…I am never first to be chosen, never the first one to pop into someone’s  head, never above last…

I need to start being by myself more. For quite a while I’ve  known I needed to let go of these “friendships”…too much negativity, spite, and immaturity.


I push people away
I get hurt too easily
Get rejected often
And can’t deal
With any more

So yes,
I say things
I don’t mean
Give a cold shoulder
Cry in the dark
And hide how I feel.

My heart cannot afford
To endure it again
The dejection
And the pain.

So I push
And block
And avoid
It all
And break my own heart.

If only dreams came true…

This was the umpteenth time you
appeared in a dream
This was a happy one
You finally saw what I’ve known forever
And bliss was ours for the taking.

I like this…
It is exciting and yet comfortable
I am filled with a sense of giddiness
And peace
There is no pressure
No awkwardness
It just feels…right.
Wherever this road may lead
Whether we are at its end
and will go separate ways
Or if we’re just beginning this trek
I am glad that our paths have crossed
That I had this experience,
This time with you.

There are many questions I need to answer and much I need to discuss. But tonight I will opt for just posting a few simple words rwminding myself that my purpose is not my own. My purpose is not for me but dor someone else, other someones. Those who I can positively impact with my talents. There are so many ideas and thoughts in my head dying to be made real.

Soon. After reasearch and more questions and possible answers, these thoughts will begin to take form.

But now, I sleep.

Single. Being single again causes me to go through various upband down and up up moods again, often in extremes…

This carnal craving has been growing and growing and there is nothing i can do about it. I no longer have someone to quench this inner thirst, to tame the raging fires…and I’m starting to crave past lovers.

This may or may not be a bad thing…but after this relationship I know for sure I am not looking to jump into another, or anything close to one.

In simple terms, i just want my booty rubbed on, a few mind blowing orgasms, and a body to curl upn under at night. Conversation is nice too, yes, but i want no serious emotional attachment.

To be a bit more poetic, i crave touch, lips and grazing teeth, strong hands roaming my body…and the absence of looming heartbreak.

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