March is almost over, and with April right around the corner and the days getting longer, I have been seriously motivated to kick some ass in my creative and professional endeavors.
I have started compiling all the pages of my upcoming book, putting it in the perfect order, fitting art pieces with the right poems, and am so excited to see it finalize and come to fruition. The writing part has been a long journey over several years, but my patience has run thin with getting the final product ready for publication. I am way too excited to turn my chaos into creation, but embarking on this path has been nothing less than divine and marvelous.
I kissed my burnt fingertips as I climbed into the driver’s seat, mentally preparing myself for the inevitable scorching grip on my steering wheel. The Sonoran Desert was in record-high heat- I’d just made a solo journey across the country, and refused to let the blistering Arizona sun discourage my wanderlust.
“Mary Ann Warren. I advise you to acknowledge your sins.” The Magistrate’s nostrils flared at the end of his hawkish nose, his unsightly, flapping jowls now illuminated by the flames of the executioner’s torch. “Repent before God for your heresy,”
Time was running out. Coffee and pessimism replaced the blood in my veins. I knew that a comedy writing contest would be stimulating and challenging. Unfortunately, I eventually realized my creativity was stifled. I watched my thought bubbles wander away, popping into nonexistence as I desperately