Happy Wednesday! The Insecure Writers’ Group is a group of writers offering motivation and encouragement to all those taking on the challenges of writing. Every month the ISWG sponsors a blog hop where writers can blog about a topic related to overcoming obstacles and exploring various aspects of the writing journey. If you’d like to... Continue Reading →
We sat next to each other in the sand overlooking the water, both of us thinking, neither of us talking much. We had been this way for what seemed like hours. It was the kind of day I had really needed, the kind where you can put everything aside for a little while. Where the... Continue Reading →
Who made you? I certainly didn't. How could I? I've never had a thought like that in my life. But you do. Lots of them. When you speak, it doesn't sound like me. Sometimes I feel like your voice comes from some other place, a place that's far away from this chair where I sit... Continue Reading →
She came unbidden, slipping through the keys and weaving herself into the words. It seemed like she had materialized out of nowhere, appearing in the pages with no warning, no hint that she would be arriving. An unexpected, and perhaps, if I'm totally honest with myself, unwanted character in a story I thought that I... Continue Reading →
I sat alone, in the dark. Through the window I could see the glow of a streetlight, but it was weak, illuminating very little inside the room. Outside the traffic was gone, nothing but the sound of a drizzling rain to break the silence...nature awakening to retake the Earth while humanity slept. I looked around... Continue Reading →
I sat on the ground beside her, watching the sun set over the fields. The light here was always golden, a place perpetually bathed in the last sunshine of the day. For hours we sat, without speaking. When I'd arrived I'd greeted her, quietly. And she'd smiled and nodded. She had seemed happy to see... Continue Reading →
It was close to 3 in the morning when I finally left the computer and headed downstairs. I still felt awake, even though I knew that I should go to sleep soon. Thinking that some tea might help me fall asleep, I headed into the kitchen. I opened the door to enter and then immediately... Continue Reading →
Winter Betancourt 