GlitterKathleen

Before you grab those orchids think to yourself "Does he actually love you?" The answer is he will break your heart before finding a new girl. The girl will be just as pretty as you, but be full of innocence. You won't be able to win the hearts of men if you are dead. Floating down the river, waiting for new blood to run through your veins as he breaks your heart throughout everything you did for him. Be patient, young Ophelia. Clovers will grow out of your grave as young children grab them without thinking of you and how you decided a boy was worth more than just grabbing some other flowers that were closer in reach. They may not be as pretty or as sweet, but in time, you will grow to love them. Because before you know it, your flowers have wilted and you are stuck trying to grab some more waiting knowing one day you will meet your watery grave. Ophelia, he is not worth it. He is a fool and so are you. But promise me you will not go after those flowers ...

The thing I find about writing is it's so very easy to look at something and think "Wow, that would make a great  story." For some people it's so simple: you see something and write it down in your little moleskin notebook and write more later. Then there's the rest of us. The rest of us say "Yeah, I could write." And never actually do. You need to push yourself a little more. "But Kathleen, I don't know what to write about?" Yeah, well neither do I. Truth is, for me some days my fingers twitch because of how much creative energy is flowing through me and demands be drawn out in some way. I'll try to hold it in for NANOWRIMO or some special occasion and then I almost explode because I can't get it out. That's kind of what this blog is for. To help spill the words out onto the page in some other way that's not me owning several Decomposition Notebooks and saying "I'm a writer." Which I definitely am. Of cou...