Elinor

untitled lately, i have been overcome with an overwhelming feeling of wanting to start over. sometimes fresh, no memories, no mistakes, nothing. just a liminal soundtrack and grainy photos to ...

Feeling These days, I'm in a constant search for the smallest of reminders that I'm alive. a sip of coffee, the taste of morning oatmeal and chirping of birds in ...

Wrote about 300 words this evening. It's not nearly as much progress as I would have liked, but stuff is coming together slowly but surely. Mostly just restructuring/rewriting the end ...

golden hour in the land of milk and honey, the land without winter or spring or fall (just an occasional smattering of thunderstorms here and there) the air is thick ...

@Snoink It's not a huge deal, I got the rest of the draft back, so it was only the rewritten prologue, so 2-3 pages. (Believe me, if it was the ...

Waiting in my life i've always been on the precipice of something great waiting and wishing and wanting for something to change. sometimes it does sometimes it doesn't and still ...

Good News Good news is coming; It will whisk you away From your present fears.

Could this be? all is quiet, and nothing in the world seems real. sometimes I doubt that my existence is, too. all I can think of now (on the precipice ...

Well, as I mentioned on my wall, I accidentally lost my draft, and unfortunately, my most recent backup doesn't have the rewritten prologue. That being said, I think this is ...

The Morning Rush I waited in line today gazing at a queue of motivational quotes and vintage memorabilia (there's Juliet and Steamboat Willie, plus Mike Wazoswki and a Pixar movie ...

the liminal concert hall it's the dead of night and all is still. there was a concert here, not so long ago, it shows in the greasy concession wrappers and ...

The Dreamer The girl you used to ignore-- she was a dreamer, after all. the one you thought would never amount to a single thing the one who wondered she ...

Yesterday and Tomorrow and Today Everything feels new at the precipice of change. Mistakes don't matter.

morning another day, another dollar, another chance to dream. as each sip of dollar-store coffee hits my lips another reminder that I'm alive in this moment in time. alone though ...

Rewrote the prologue today. My direction here is probably going to necessitate a Chapter 1 from Angie's POV before I get into the bio itself. Really, this is going to ...