Hi, my name is Becca and this is my small corner(: Welcome! I will be 21 in October 2012! This is my home, my space, and I lay my heart here. Please, treat it with respect and enjoy it! I write poetry,prose,short stories, novels, etc, etc, but this place is also full of my life, pieces of my marriage, my dreams, and so many other things. I am a writer and this is where I bleed. I'm married to a man who I am madly in love with and have two dogs. We are getting ready to have our first baby on December 9, 2012 and I am beyond excited to become a mother! I will be sharing all of this journey here, with all of you and I hope that you will still find my blog, lovable (though chaotic at some points.) I love to talk and make friends so, please come by and say hello. I have a bachelors in creative writing with a concentration in fiction. You will usually find some of my homework posted here. I graduated on March 5, 2012 (which also happens to be my husband's birthday!) So, enough about me... Drop by, read, listen, explore, and enjoy!
Baby will be:
- Breastfed
- Using disposable diapers
- Homeschooled (when the time comes)
- If we have a boy - he will be left intact; not circumcized.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Joanna: My newest character for my 20 page final.
As I felt death whisper in my ear I also heard my sanity quietly screaming in the background asking me to stay.
Confused by the voice I began to swim and grasp for air. Who was there? I thought. Finally, I broke through the surface and saw no one; I started to swim back to shore.
Joanna is clinically depressed. She is an only child and is 17-years-old. She hears voices and would love to escape the universe, her parents, and her fake friends but she continues to hear a peaceful voice who tells her, “live.” She is popular in school, smart, “in love,” and yet wants none of it. Joanna was in her last year of high school, though she felt much older than that. She constantly felt lost, sad, and ready for the end. She had many friends, a boyfriend, and was considered one of the prettiest girls in school. She hated this life; everyone seemed fake and unmoved. She wrote poetry, sang, and kept a book at her side at all times. She did have dreams though. Yale University; this is where she hoped (if life was still in her reach) she would spend the best of her years, studying art and looking for people who were true and real. People who could express themselves as she did. Thrashing colors on a canvas.
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