The past two weeks: Rose baths. Intrusive thoughts. French vanilla tea. Looking in the mirror and liking what I see. Looking in the mirror again and nitpickin’ and bitchin’ – being a brat. More tea please. Make it chamomile this time for the nerves. I have been in the house too much. Feeling as though I’m teetering between reality and a dream state as if I were some sleepy hermitess. Go on a walk in the park with hubby and get some vitamin D and resurgence. More balcony gardening and rearranging things. My bunny plotted and schemed and ate one of my collard green plants. I could not be upset with him for too long he is who he is, and the guy is too cute, but he is grounded from going outside for a short time. Lying in bed too much. My favorite place to be. Visiting libraries is still a ritual and reading books remains a prayer. Feeling groggy these days, but no matter, rest is a recipe for a great me. Brainstorming experiences and ideas for my next short story. We will see. Over and out.
A lady tries not to overthink her writing craft while getting spooky inspiration from the masters of horror.
I sit at my altar looking out to my balcony. The sliding door is open, and the room becomes light and airy. I watch my bunny clean his ears with comfort and ease. I sit here looking at him thinking this exotic pet of mine has a good life. I have been doing some studying to pass an exam to continue my business path. I have also been doing some short story writing. I have not been able to come up with a good ending for the one I was recently writing. I have changed it three times already and I am still not pleased. I am going to put this story on pause like I have done the other three stories. I am overthinking it and that is something I refuse to do with the writing craft.
I am writing something else in the meantime, anyways. A story about a misunderstood woman who faces adversity in her community/small hometown. Specifically, one person continues to spread hate and bring harm her way until a hard truth comes out – a veil has lifted. I will possibly place some spooky elements throughout the story to pay homage to the Halloween season, who knows?
For the past two weeks I have been too tired to do much as late as if I unknowingly have a personal Mr. Sandman at my side waiting for me to sit on the couch or lie in bed so he can start his sleepy sand shenanigans. But being the person that I am, I always force myself to do something whether it’s reading, cleaning, writing or studying even if it is for a very short time I showed up for myself somewhere, somehow.
Horror reads for October 2025
Well, for the remainder of the month I am going to get my one-thousand-word daily limits. Watch some Over the Garden Wall and continue reading my spooky books throughout the month. Tonight, I will get my husband to read me a short story aloud from what he is reading currently: Stephen King’s Nightmares and Dreamscapes then maybe we can get into some Poe and Lovecraft for the rest of the month. I need all the inspiration I can muster up. Finally, we usually end our nights watching some horror films. Gosh I love this time of the year!
Garden of Shannon 