15-minute Writing Session

My little sister hung onto her handlebars with their streaming ribbons. "Maddie, it's fine. It's just an old house." A window shutter slapped the siding, making both of us jump. Maddie worried gaze begged me to lead us down the street and closer to home. "It's just the wind." The afternoon sun gradually dimmed to its rosy dusk color. "Sure it is, Howie."

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Journal Excerpt

"You have every reason to be," Mom said, "but you also have every reason to do this for you. You're  the reason you're here." Renowned composers and musicians' names were etched in the practice room's wood paneling. I played many of their pieces, listened to hundreds of concerts, and now I sat in the very halls where some of them studied.  That could be me, I thought. 

Journal Excerpt

“These are people,” I replied.      I felt suffocated as we stood over the whole wedding reception. Surely Trent listened in somewhere.      Kass’s lip twitched then she raised her champagne glass until the bubbly drink disappeared.      “Half-people, my dear,” Kass said, hand her glass flute to a passing waiter. “They’re half-human.”

15-Minute Writing Session

The sun beat down on the backyard. Grass, which usually felt soft and soothing under our bare toes, felt scratchy and stiff that day. Maggie picked at the wood pile for the fire ring beside the shed. Her chipped painted nails chipped at the dry logs' bark. I brushed anthills away with the tip of a stick.

Changing Focus

I can't be mad at myself for not doing one passion of mine when I'm doing something in the other, especially when the two cross-over. If you find yourself in a similar situation, remind yourself that you're still doing it, and you can always change focus again when the time and calling require it.