Writing to oneself a love note in May

Dearest Readers, How have you been? How has the month of May been treating you? I am squeaking this Self-Love Sunday note to myself in right under the wire. Why? You may ask. Did I not find myself being as kind to myself as I *cough *cough usually am? (Insert eye roll here.) May has … Continue reading Writing to oneself a love note in May

In the Silence – Writing Prompt Wednesday from Jericho Writers

Dear Readers, I hope this post finds you well and that the new year has started out as well as humanly possible. Anything is better than 2020 right? Today I decided to participate in a Writing Prompt I had received from a newsletter sent via Jericho Writers entitled: Three writing prompts to try before the … Continue reading In the Silence – Writing Prompt Wednesday from Jericho Writers

Stuff your own stocking – A holiday themed Book Shop Meet Cute

"Pardon?" I huffed. Instantly fogging up my glasses, which was only a further reminder that it meant my mask didn't fit correctly. I was only supposed to have been in the store for twenty minutes. Twenty. My anxiety had allotted only so much time. My depression having wanted more was reminded that we were in … Continue reading Stuff your own stocking – A holiday themed Book Shop Meet Cute

“The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time…”

  The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time. Its chilling sound rattled me from my sleep. I hadn't even realized I had closed my eyes. Had it been a scream? It had to have been? My thoughts stumbled around in a foggy confusion. It … Continue reading “The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time…”

“The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.” – Writing Prompt Wednesday

  "The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all." I quickly scanned my surroundings. The words appeared to float around me, their source unknown. And I could almost imagine the letters hovering in my current space, a space devoid of anything except my own body. My voice was weak from disuse and I … Continue reading “The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all.” – Writing Prompt Wednesday

A Blank Page

If you could be a blank page or could start your story afresh, what would you write about yourself? How would you begin? With a: Once Upon a Time... or One dark and stormy night... or perhaps even an In a galaxy far, far away... What would you choose? What would your opening line be? … Continue reading A Blank Page

Self-Love Sundays

Dear Readers, we meet again! How long has it been since we last communicated? TOO LONG! That's how long. I am coming to you this Sunday with a once-a-month Sunday plan to share a little self-love with ourselves. Not the usual conceptual self-love pampering but one with an Honestly Austen twist, let's write something about … Continue reading Self-Love Sundays

For the Love of Prose

Goodreads Synopsis: A house built high on the moor,  A golden age, ended by war,  A house left empty, falling to ruin.  During the Edwardian period, the wealthy Kearleys entertained important guests at their summer home on the moors; enjoying lavish parties showcasing the house and its views of the mountains.  By the 1950s the … Continue reading For the Love of Prose

Character Prompt (Writing Prompt Wednesday from Jericho Writers)

Dear Readers, I hope this post finds you well. I am sitting here staring at the above photo and not feeling prompted. The oddest part about the situation I find myself in, which I don't really care to admit, is that I am hung up on the outfit the woman wears. (Insert palm face emoji … Continue reading Character Prompt (Writing Prompt Wednesday from Jericho Writers)

The first time it happened, I was… (Writing Prompt Wednesday inspired by Jericho Writers)

Hello Literary Lovelies, I am continuing on with the writing prompt I received in an email from Jericho Writers. I will attach a screenshot below of the newsletter: The first time it happened, I was twelve. I thought it had been a recurring dream, happening oddly every summer. I didn't realize the truth until the … Continue reading The first time it happened, I was… (Writing Prompt Wednesday inspired by Jericho Writers)