The Importance of the Interwebz — and Self-honesty

Okay, so I've shed my safety cloak of a pseudonym (thanks Ms. Kirchner!) and have begun this blog as a place to rant, rave, ponder, and post random bits of fiction to acquire honest and constructive feedback.

The only thing that I seem to be lacking is the Internet — affectionately known as the interwebz. Now, how am I posting this, you wonder? From my phone. iPhone, I haz it — and I would probably marry it if I could. But still, nothing is quite the same as a keyboard stretched beneath your fingers and a screen big enough you don't have to squint at much to read.

Alas, one of these days the interwebz shall come home to me. Unfortunately I am one of the many (read: bazillions — it's a real word, I promise, look it up!) members of The Unemployed and have been for too long. While this allows me more time than most to write, it also has its limitations. But I can't let that be an excuse.

I think far too often we all use excuses to convince ourselves that we can't do something that, in reality, if we just add a little bit of extra "elbow grease", is perfectly feasible. I know I've done it — anyone else? Hello? I'd say "Buehler" here but I think it'd be a touch clichè.

I guess, then, that I just need to suck it up, type slow enough so my iPhone can comprehend, and do some extra proofreading to see what autocorrect has mangled my words into.

What about you? What excuses do you use to inhibit your productivity? Come on now, be honest! :D

Laughter and love,
Meg

lamentation

in all the different ways to say, ‘i love you,’
his was the best.
a foreign place never visited before—
but Adeline’s familiarized herself with its layout.
every bone,
every color —
even the garden looks the same
as it had appeared in her dream the other night and the night before.
she walked slowly —
savoring —
and waiting to wake up.
but he clasped her hand
and on she dreamt
running her fingers over the cool
cream of the marble countertop.

Adeline stirred her tea
glimpsing the bare white walls
full of opportunity.
they were darkened by shadow
tinted blue by the waning moon.
sleep had not come
for she had naught to dream of any longer.
Adeline waited for dawn to caress her garden
and slowly creep through each fine glass window
until the carpets were illustrious with morning color.
his arms fell upon her shoulders,
his kiss fell upon her cheek.
and together they settled in
for dawn’s fire.

half a century often feels like one brief moment in time.
the walls no longer bare, but full of bold colors:
sapphire by moonlight,
mauve brushed with dawn,
and a ruby so bright, it seemed to reflect a candle’s light.
his arms fell upon her shoulders,
his kiss fell upon her cheek
as they stood on the cold concrete of the sidewalk
watching the fire rage within.
sirens were a requiem,
the neighbors’ gasps a ghostly chorus.
it felt like a dream.
but he clasped her hand,
and on she dreamt,
full of cold and darkness
untouched by the waning moon.
the fine glass windows shattered,
the carpets were an illustrious blaze.
the picture frames of memories
became the embers that marked the trail of a new journey
to an unfamiliar place awaiting dawn.
though the darkness that fell
after the fire was extinguished and dawn rose
was made of the charred remains of an unrecognizable past.

her home had become but a dream once more.

The Writer Behind the Notebook

Call me Ish — Meg. Call me Meg.

I'm a single mother by day and writer by night. I love YA fantasy, and I read it as well as write it. I also write other literary short stories. My favorite book of all time is Gail Carson Levine's Ella Enchanted. I am also a huge (read: gigundanormous) fan of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. In addition to YA fantasy, I also love historical fiction and the occasional "chick-lit" novel. I'm a sucker for a good love story and love to have a thread of romance in just about everything that I write.

Here are some other random factoids:

• I like to write (duh), read (duh), and sing (la la la!).


• My favorite color ink to write in is purple. My favorite color, in general, is purple.


• I like sunrises and sunsets.


• My favorite time of day is twilight.


• I love looking at Christmas lights without my glasses on.


• I have an (unhealthy) addiction to bananas and Oreos.


• I went to an all-women's university.


• I dabble in a myriad of fictional genres.

You can find me on Twitter @mk_grey — that's another (unhealthy) addiction and I'd love to chat with you!

Please read and review — and, most importantly, enjoy! :)

Laughter and love,
Meg