Friday, September 27, 2019

Poem: A Day Like Any Other

A day like any other
The sound of fingers clack
As motors whistle
The winds gently sing
And within electronic words recited

The hot rays outside
Shielded by walls of a box
Yet warmth tickles the skin
And slumber sounds are yielded

Letters are birthed
And their world flickers
Between the world of words and the world of pictures
Stories are witnessed
Stories are crafted

Yet with all sounds, there is Quiet
Amid this world of chaos, there is Peace
Against the churning stomach, there is Relaxed
Thus, it is a day like any other

Friday, September 20, 2019

Insecurities

Hey, y'all.

It's Victor here. Here to tell you all that I'm still alive, and still writing. I've been making a lot of headway with some of my stories. Although I think my pace slowed down a little. I also wanted to take the time to share with you all a bit about myself. Buckle up, because things are about to get deep!

So as the title of this post suggests, today's topic will be a bit about my insecurities. I won't give you the whole picture or anything. I'm still a bit reserved about putting myself out there on the internet. Probably always will be. But, yes, I have insecurities. Come on, I'm only human. And some of those insecurities have to do with my writing. Honestly, sometimes I feel a bit unsatisfied with the work I've published, even though I've tried editing the story and the way it was written as much as I could before I actually hit the "Submit" button on Amazon. This holds especially true for some of my latest works. I won't say which. I'll have you figure it out for yourselves, and make your own judgments.

And it doesn't help, at all, when I look over my records lately and see how my works are doing. I'll give you a hint: so keeping my day job.

That's all I really wanted to share with you right now. Thanks for putting up with me and my less-than-subtle whining.

Happy reading, everyone!