Introduction: My Life as a Writer

Hi! Looks like you’ve stumbled upon my blog. 

I think I owe to everyone reading this an explanation of what I’m aiming for this blog to be, because it’s not exactly self-explanatory. My plan is not to take a topic and write five hundred words or something about it every day. Instead, I will be posting mostly small paragraphs or sentences.

This is the idea that I have come up with. Starting when I was sixteen, I have been collecting my thoughts or random pieces of my writing. Little poems, quips, theological musings, or fictional blurbs of different types. That is what I aim to post here. I acknowledge that it’s a rather unorthodox blog idea, but the reason I want to do this is because it’s something I think I’ll enjoy and it’s a manageable bit of reading for a person who wants to pop in every so often and see what I’ve written.

That said, here’s my blog: Another Crazy Dog Girl. Welcome and enjoy!

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Day 169: Walking

I was grumbling about my awful day when I came to the table for dinner, and maybe that’s why Dad singled me out to say grace beforehand.

Fine,” I muttered, “but it won’t be a very happy prayer.”

Dad shrugged. “God meets us where we are.”

Yeah, well, he’s going to have to do a lot of extra walking today.”

Day 168: Stab

Once upon a time, you hurt me. You never came back. I could’ve forgotten. But I didn’t. Instead, I turned my memory of you into my own demon, let you take the blame for my unwillingness to forgive. I took the knife you dropped and used it to stab myself over and over, all the while pointing at someone who had disappeared long ago.

Author’s Note

Due to the fact that I’m heading back to school full time and continuing to work as well, I’m going to be taking a brief break from this blog. Once I get up on my feet, I’ll be back, though my usual posting format will have to be adjusted to prioritize school. Hopefully I will be able to return soon, but until then, thanks for reading!

Day 166: Up

My mom walked into my room before she went to bed, which was usually hours before I did. “Make sure to get enough rest, all right?” She kissed my head. “Sleep tight.” She paused, then added as a rhyme, “Don’t stay up all night.”

 

Day 165: Addiction

Addiction is like being placed on the back of a train and being told to find the front. So you start running, car to car along this long line, trying to reach the engine. And you just think, One more, one more, one more will get me there. I just need one more car and then I’ll find it. But then suddenly you wake up and realize the train is never-ending, there is no engine in sight, and you are exhausted trying to find a satisfaction you’re not even sure exists. Yet we still fall back under the spell because we are all chasing an engine, something that is driving this train.