I have been having issues getting anything to upload today, so forgive the lateness of today’s post. It has been raining so much here in East Tennessee. I think I would’ve preferred snow! But this photo, the spring-ness of it, makes me feel hopeful. Hopeful for better weather. Hopeful I will get a job soon. Hopeful that my bills will be paid. Hopeful that, no matter what, I am going to be okay. And I write that with huge tears in my eyes because I am still scared. And I am so tired of this climb. And to be completely honest, some mornings I do not want to open my eyes. But then I think about my son and I know, with no doubt, that I have to keep pressing forward. I feel so alone and some days I go without speaking to a soul. And that is a really sad life. So I need to push on. I need to get out there. I need companionship and I crave good conversation. I know God is always with me. I am so thankful for that, but I also know He never meant for us to do this life by ourselves. All I can do is pray... and trust Him to fulfill the true desires of my heart. Don’t give up, people... as hard as it gets, please do not ever give up. We need you. I need you. #scripture #scriptureoftheday #faith #hope #love #bibleverse #bible #keepgoing #christian #jesus #christianity #words #devotional #inspirationalquotes #inspiration #hyacinth #flowers #writersofinstagram #writer #flowerstagram #spring #hisword
Passing through the gates of the Triple Wynn, Dick prayed for Nate’s help. Standing at the door, Dick prayed for Nate’s help. Staring one another in the face, Dick asked Nate for his help.
Leaning in, he laid his head on Nate’s shoulder. Sobbing, anguish overtook Dick. “Oh, God, what have I done? It’s bad, Nate. It’s real bad.” Wrapping his arms around Dick, Nate pulled him close. The closed door shroud the bond that few eyes had ever seen. Nate stood hugging his lost son, and a lost son returned his heart home. “Dick, son, what has happened?” “Bertie’s been kidnapped." Looking at Nate through his tears. “It’s all my fault, Nate.” “Kidnapped?” Shocked, Nate continued, "Kidnapped by who?" “I owe money, loads of money, to my loan shark, and I don't have it. I’m not sure how much time Bertie has left.” Dick buckled at this realization. "They threatened her life, and now…now they have her.” Wiping his tears, Dick swore to never bury another, his mother had been enough. “Oh God, I can’t bury her. Life without Bertie is pointless.” “Now calm down, son. Bertie is still alive. I assure you. The mob always puts a value on human life. They want their money more than blood on their hands.”
They stand amongst you. Can you spot them?
asks if my MC has a job or trade. Absolutely! I mean, most people wouldn't consider it a legal job, but she has a job in a street gang. She's a level three, so she doesn't stoop to pickpocketing or basic thievery, but instead is given "marks" to scope out and rob. Some are more involved than others, but the marks always have a bigger payout. Not that she sees most of that money.
asks about secondary characters, and I actually just came up with a new one, so let's introduce her! Meriana is the cousin of Avelyn, 14 yrs old, voracious and gorgeous. Her skin is a rich golden brown contrasting with dark freckles and curly dark auburn hair. Her eyes are round and bright hazel. She is the reason Avelyn goes (and stays) at parties and tries new things. She's a wild child with a heart of passion and I'm super excited about her.
asks me to cast a character. Nope. Tried that once. Not doing it again. I want fresh faces and new talent. I want actors who truly look the ages of my characters and at least have the right face/body. Hair can always be dyed, eyes can always be changed with contacts (check ahead of time with actors in auditions, ppl, that's why Daniel Radcliffe's eyes weren't green).
#fantasy #thewritingpath #amwriting #aspiringauthor #author #writer #writing #writersofinstagram #instawriters #authorgram #novel #writingcommunity #yafantasy #fantasybooks #characters
you know that feeling of fireworks just exploding at once? the way you can be so relaxed and then it happens, the explosive electric sensation floods your body until you’re almost stunned as the sound drowns out any sensation? and then it hits, you become blinded by colour, you’re in awe of the flickering lights that float down before vanishing into the atmosphere. but it repeats itself, your heart is pounding as it becomes sporadic until you can’t control it. You’re finally smiling, no longer cowering in fear of the new sensation. what that sensation or experience may be, that’s your choice. - based on vague thoughts from last weekend.
“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” _ el alquimista _ Paolo Coelho
It was my sister's turn, "Would you rather live without knowing the date, or live without knowing the time?"
We are so bound to time in a way far beyond us. It controls our waking hours. It controls our sleep. There is no escaping it. I tried to imagine a world without time. At first I fantasized about the idea of not being in a race against the clock. Then I realised we are nothing without time for what purpose would there be to life?
We are the fortunate slaves of time, for indeed we are the fortunate slaves of our Lord.
Abu Huraira reported Allah's Apostle (ﷺ) as saying: Do not abuse Time, for it is Allah Who is the Time.
وَحَدَّثَنِي زُهَيْرُ بْنُ حَرْبٍ، حَدَّثَنَا جَرِيرٌ، عَنْ هِشَامٍ، عَنِ ابْنِ سِيرِينَ، عَنْ أَبِي هُرَيْرَةَ، عَنِ النَّبِيِّ صلى الله عليه وسلم قَالَ "لاَ تَسُبُّوا الدَّهْرَ فَإِنَّ اللَّهَ هُوَ الدَّهْرُ".