vendetta
August 12, 2012 § 14 Comments
i wish i didn’t think i was so brilliant. I would write more, I would edit. i would spend time creating magnificent raw sentence, insteady i fly by half-heartedly, without willingness to purge the piece that must be edit. What a terrible vendetta, like a gluten-free girl who loves bruschetta.
the pen was our tongue
August 7, 2012 § 1 Comment
“We let ourselves loose on that simple blank piece of paper, and our bodies spill. The terror, the love…embodying our stories page after page. In a sense, the pen was our tongue, it is how we delineate the world.”
― Coco J. Ginger
the pen is our haven
August 7, 2012 § 1 Comment
“Our tongues can’t compete with the rapid thinking of our brains, our words come out slow and slurred. The pen is our haven. There is a lot of fear buried into that little pen. It holds all of our agony, our torment, our blood and our heaven.” —Coco J. Ginger
Tea and Trains
August 6, 2012 § 2 Comments
“Tea and Trains. Love and Brains. Novels written. Together. It’s simple.” —Coco J. Ginger