Life not yet done

“Time is relevant

past and present merge as one

a life not yet done.”

Hello, old friends. It’s been a very, very long time. Around three years, to be exact. I thought I’d start this post out with a little haiku. It’s the first one I have written in those same three years. The same with any poetry in fact. I never considered myself a poetry savant, to begin with, but now the well seems to have run a little dry on my creativity. Imagine my surprise, and pleasure to discover that all of you were still here following me despite my abandoning you when things got a little rocky on my end. I’m not sure rocky is actually the right descriptive word for what went down in my life, but it comes close as any I suppose.

Before I dare bore you in a separate post, with some of what I have been doing, and where I have been.. I’d like to pay my respects to some missing family members that are no longer here with me on this journey. Those of you who have been following me from the beginning might remember some of the posts in the past I made about my dogs and my cats. They were a part of me. Family in the truest sense. Around the time I stopped writing, I lost both of my dogs.  Continue reading


I Won’t Bore You

Hey there, Phoebe here. Long time no see.

I do apologize for my extended absence away from my blog, but I am working through some things in my personal life. I’m sure there are plenty of people out there, going through the same thing, if not something similar, so I won’t bore you with the details. Needless to say that it’s just something I can only do on my own. Thank you though for the continued support, emails and requests for more poetry. Your thoughtfulness and empathy is greatly appreciated.

I’m working on getting some more poetry on paper, but in the meantime here are a couple of reviews I’ve done recently. Feel free to venture over and have a difference of opinion. 😉

Finding Carter MTV series review

I-Robot Movie review

NaNoWriMo is No Mo’

I think the worst lies of all, are the ones we tell ourselves. “I was only joking”.. “I didn’t mean to say that”.. “it’s not really hurting anyone”.. “I can write 50,000 words in one month, when I’ve never done it before.”

Yup.. you heard it right. NaNo is over at the end of today and I didn’t even come close.

I’ve given myself the pep talk about how it was only my first time. That, what was important, was that I made time to write at all. I’ve had the pats on the back and been told that I did great for trying and not to let it get to me.

The truth is though, I feel like a failure. I think I could have done better. Maybe. Possibly. Probably not. *sigh*

You know what they say right?

There is always next year…

There Once Was…

There once was a lady named Phoebe
whose brain had gone all swiss-cheesy
her thoughts had taken a stroll
as though shot full of holes
no one ever said writing was easy


So it’s officially day three (5:30 am PST) of my first ever NaNoWriMo, and I’m not doing so hot.

Days before it all started, I had these great ideas floating around in my head, and visions of how much fun it was going to be. A mere two days later, and all I’m doing now is stumbling over my own thoughts. All those great ideas I had.. yup, you guessed it.. right out the window. They took all my blogging sense with them too. It’s as though someone came through my brain with some high quality cleaners and just wiped my slate clean. My emails are piling up, unanswered. I haven’t blogged. I haven’t tweeted. I’ve gone completely dormant.

After entirely too much stress, and feeling like a pressure cooker about to implode, I have decided that I need to just take a step back and breathe. If I don’t make the 50,000 words for NaNo.. so what. The point is that I tried. Do I want to be a published author someday? Yes, of course I do. Do I think I have it in me? Somewhere.. buried deep.. under all the other bullshit that springs itself on me daily, yes I do. It’s just taking me a little longer to find it, than I could have imagined.

All I want to find now, is my super soft pillow, a warm comforter, and my fat little kitty, who doesn’t mind if I snore breathe into his ears when I’m sleeping. 😆