Andrea Boyette lives in the heart of the beautiful Rocky Mountains where she indulges in her twin loves of writing and reading when she's not busy exploring the world or doing battle with her Sentient House of Doom.
So, I was having some trouble coming up with any resolutions for myself for the new year when Shakespeare whispered in my ear this evening.
‘In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.’
‘Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.’
-Much Ado About Nothing
There was a time when I thought my heart would never be merry again. I’m so grateful that I was wrong. And that I can say that I have a merry heart once more. That I can smile. And lau
I often think in metaphor
Which is difficult to translate into semaphore
Signals and visuals and waving hands
Awkward exchanges no one seems to understand…
…Unless you count memes from abbreviated personality land.
Where everyone seems to know just how I feel
Except that in reality it’s not really real.
I and N and F and J
And Y? does it even mean anything? I have my doubts.
I spend a lot of time alone
In a lonely
Lately, surfing the web has been reminding me of when I am rummaging through the fridge looking for something tasty…and not finding it. I open it up and…
Politics? Heartburn and depression. Big pass.
News? Not very balanced and highly inflammatory. Can’t be good for me. Another big pass.
Health website? Maybe that science experiment in the back will cure what ails me…or not. Pass.
Idea board? Hmm. I’ll binge and feel sick later after I waste too much time. Pass
The history books call me things like ‘brave’ and ‘hero.’ The history books are wrong. I was only the owner of a home with large trees in a quiet neighborhood. A home that became the nexus of an interplanetary war.
On a busy street in a quiet neighborhood there stood an unquiet house. Not in the same category as those unquiet houses called haunts. No, this house was restless for other reasons. It was old enough that it should have been considered charming but it wasn’t. And although m
I can’t take it anymore,
I’m well aware that I should mop the floor,
But I get tired so I lay down
And before I know it evening rolls around.
The TV beckons but I know,
I’ll lose the day to that black hole.
So many things call for my attention,
Oops, another distraction ruined all my good intentions.
Still I get up
When life gets me down
Even after the snooze button wins one more round.
Because I never kno
I guess there’s no justice anymore,
It’s all about settling scores.
I am not perfect and so you’ll blame,
‘Cause that makes you better to cause me pain.
No margin for error, no quarter given
Tearing down instead of building up
No such thing as being grown up
And I am angry but what can I do?
Perhaps I’m powerless because I don’t treat people like you.
Maybe I’m okay with that.
So I’m a little bit older, a little bit chubbier, and not entirely wiser than I was when I started writing my blog a few years ago, but I’m still here and I hope I’m still writing things that make my readers glad they stopped by for a visit. Things have been busy with the release of my book in April and I’m a pretty private person when it comes to sharing on the internet, but I thought for those interested I would include the link to my recent author interview with Cindy Jones of Glass Spider
I’m excited to announce that Noble, my first book, is now available for purchase! Noble is the initial volume in what I intend to be a three-part series. This novel is really special to me, and I hope you’ll be willing to take a chance on it. As writers, it can be difficult to share the fruits of our labor. I think we’re all quite aware of how vulnerable it makes us. However, sharing my writing is the best way I know to explore what it means to be human and connect with others.
Watching paint dry. A phrase invented to describe the most boring activities known to mankind. Thus am I being painfully reminded of the reasons I never do my nails. I have things to do! Important things! Things I was avoiding which is why I painted my nails in the first place! Sadly, I am committed …
In the interest of full disclosure,
I am not a fan of too much exposure.
All that light
Hurts the eyes
I much prefer rainy skies.
My introverted heart rejoices
Finding peace from opinionated voices.
I understand, make no mistake,
But there’s only so much anger I can take.
I feel alone in my desire for joy,
But I earned it and I refuse to let it be destroyed.
It’s a gift I won’t surrender