Pen to Paper
Pen to paper. Or pencil to paper. Or fingers to keyboard. That’s the important thing, right? At least that’s what she said. And she should know. She teaches this stuff…
A Porch, an Oriole, and a Comment… Yes, I AM a Writer
Who knew that taking to Facebook to share my pleasure over a surprise visit by an oriole would lead to one of those compliments a writer loves.
Welcome to… Me?
It’s like a new, blank notebook. Putting together MelindaVanRy.com. It’s been an interesting year so far. Writing-wise. Well… can’t say that there haven’t been interesting things going on in the rest of my life. But this one is almost all positive…
I stare at the screen. I stare at nothing. My head is full of leaden cotton. Heavy. Muffled. I want to sleep. I need to wake. But for what?
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Tagged black and white, depression, kind of a poem, photo