I went back to my room and saw that I had twenty missed calls from Arthur, our coworker, and called him back. I asked him what the matter was, and he told me Stan was dead, that on his way home someone stuck him up in an alley and shot him, took his wallet, and left him to bleed out.
The mechanics of writing are pretty simple: Write, edit, and write, and edit some more. Pretty easy right? Wrong. It is difficult. Very difficult. Especially if you don't know what you're doing when you're writing. The reason it takes years for writers to become better writers is because they wander in the wind aimlessly with … Continue reading Psychology of Writing
It is said love and ignorance are bliss, When two lovers embrace for a kiss. Lips against lips the emotions rise, For a brief moment they’re in a place Outside time.