As I have always done with this space here, when a particular topic becomes prevalent enough that someone is either loving or hating seeing post after post of that nature, then it's time to move that content into it's own little corner.
I did this once before with Photographs. This blog became consumed with Photos. I [...]
Posts Tagged ‘writing’
Another Place
keeping forever
Rows and rows of empty boxes,
waiting for their fills.
Peace, alone, time to waste,
and this handful of pills.
I used to keep a small paper notebook with me at all times. Throughout the day I'd often pull it out quickly to jot down an idea, a daydream, the remnants of a short story flashing through my mind, [...]
tell me where I can put it
In the long, drawn out battle of where to put what when it comes to my online writing, it seems the dust has begun to settle with the exception of one remaining factor: life.
As I see it, there are really only 2 options.
My own website powered by Wordpress
LiveJournal
The big deciding factor between the two is [...]
held
As he was absorbed into the dark, distant night
he knew this would be the last time
he'd watch her walk away.
Yet still he held on as tightly as he could
to the one piece of her that was left.
OneWord // Held
containment issues
Yes, it's that time again. That time where I bitch about my web presence and how it annoys me.
I want this website to die. I should elaborate "this website" since I have no idea where you're reading this from. I want revjim.net to die.
The name is nice. I've had it forever. It ties my past [...]
the trouble with being home
I decided that every weekday morning where I didn't have to leave the house prior to 7am, I would write here and that would be enough. Flipping back through these virtual pages I see that has not been happening. Not even close. When I'm out of town on business, the time at which I arrive [...]
longer days
This time of year, days are about an hour longer here in Providence than they are at home in Dallas. The light knocking at my window just after five o'clock this morning startled me awake — panicked that I'd had missed my alarm. Another insignificant item in a long list of things to get used [...]
