Vantage Point

The next upcoming years will be no different than the previous years when it comes to my writing. Sharpening up my skills could only help, not hinder. I have this problem that arises every time I put pen to paper or fingers on keyboard.


Who should tell the story?


Who’s point of view should the story come from? The obvious choice is from the character in which the actions are put upon but at the same time that character can only tell what they saw. What if there was something that took place across town that was important to the story and the main character was not there to witness it. How would my audience know about this? Should it be omitted from the story? Am I over thinking this? (Yes) I run into this problem halfway through writing. I hit writer’s block hard and sometimes can’t shake the feeling that I’ll never be able to finish what I started. Then I start to wonder if I told it from a different angle then maybe I wouldn’t have run into this issue.


Anxiety is a bitch!


I’m making a few changes to my life and one of those changes is finishing what I start. I have a strong habit of not doing so. This is a minor hump in writing though. At least that’s how I see it. I’ll get through it. My vision board is cheering me on.


A short love story with the Note 7

When I say short, I mean short. 72 hours short to be exact. So with all this negative hype surrounding the Note 7 I was curious to get the “fixed” phone and prepare to spend the next two years with it. I can hold on to a phone for a pretty long time. Once I get the hang of how it works, it’s hard for me to let go.

Anyway, I got the Note 7 a few days after it was put back on sale Saturday the 8th of October and that very same day my phone over heated. It scared me I’m not going to lie. Later on I realized it was because it was plugged into my computer and not the white USB thingy that came with the Note. (I am in no way shape or form a tech junkie so forgive me if I spell things the way I say it) Once I felt that it was too hot, and this wasn’t from body heat, I immediately unplugged my phone and left it alone. I wanted to charge my phone and not have to be stuck to a wall outlet because the cord that comes with it is about 3 feet long. Yes there were past stories that had already come out about the phone before but I thought the purpose of a recall was to fix the problem and not just say the problem was fixed. (That’s the way it looks on my end) I wanted the phone since the day it came out but silly me, I didn’t have any idea the phone was out until the reports about the damage it causes came across my twitter feed (The millennial’s newspaper). Again, I’m no techie so I don’t keep up with these kinds of things.

The saddest part about this whole thing was that I actually thought I found a decent working phone and I knew I was going to have this one for a while. It was kind of like being in an abusive relationship where things were fine one minute then things get hot and explode the next.

Pun intended.

Short Story time!!

I couldn’t believe it. The woman I’ve worked with for the past five years passed away at the stroke of midnight. No one even knew she was sick. I’d be lying if I said my heart wasn’t broken so I’ll tell the truth. I am an emotional wreck. She was more than a co-worker; she was my mentor. Her being at an older and wiser age helped to guide me through the things she’s already sought after and conquered. Whenever she spoke I listened. Her wisdom had a hold on me that I couldn’t shake even on the days when I didn’t see her. Working at a busy law firm always kept me on my toes but I felt as though she was there to catch me as I fell. In any competitive corporation, your colleges tend to smile in your face while simultaneously stabbing you in the back but this woman was different. Her word was her bond. It disgusted me to hear our other co-workers say things like, “She’s too old.” “She’ll never make it in this business.” “She’s had her chance and obviously failed.” I ignored it at first but a month before her death it started to bother me. Not too long ago I would respond with, “She’s done nothing to you. Why must you feel the need to disrespect her like this? She knows exactly what you’re saying behind her back and I would have to agree with her when she says how no one is woman or man enough to say these things to her face.” The hardest part of my job was keeping all of this under wraps but as soon someone mentioned that she should be fired all rumors became uncontrollable. Believe me, everyone in the office tried their best to get rid of her but ultimately it was left up to corporate.

As of right now, a week after her death, I get a phone call from my job asking me to come in to discuss some paper work that needs my attention. At first I was very confused being that this has never happened to me before but then again it could be some documents that I forgot to file in the beginning of the week. No big deal, right? Well, I walk in to the conference room and all of my bosses are there. I begin to panic thinking, “Oh shit, what have I done now?” I try to smile and remain calm, cool and collected on the outside while smiling and shaking hands with all bosses. Long story short, the woman that has taught and mentored me for the past few months was the owner of the company and she left me her share of everything that she owned. Her lawyers were telling me something about the fact that I was willing to listen, grow and not let the job get the best of me made me the perfect candidate to take over her position. Honestly, I stopped listening after they told me everything else that was left to me. It was like a dream come true. I would have never known being that she used her maiden name while in the office so no one would suspect a thing. I use to get so nervous when exam time came up in college that I would start to doubt myself, get depressed and stress to the point that my face would break out. This time, I had no idea I was being tested and passed with flying colors. I walked in an employee and walked out the owner. Would it make sense if I said I feel like I’m on cloud 10? For the most part I won’t have to see those other co-workers that I spoke of earlier unless I need to. They’ll be working for me now and if I need to get in contact with them I know right where to find them. I guess life has a funny way of getting us to our destination without us knowing the path we’re taking. 

Sometimes soon isn’t soon enough

“Jason, we need to talk.”

“We do, I have something wonderful to tell you.” 

“Me first. There’s something that’s been weighing heavily on my mind and it needs to be said before this goes any further.”

“Alright. Sure Bree. What is it?”

“Well for the past month or so, there’s been a distance between us and I know you’ve felt it. Every time I’m here with you it’s like there’s a ten foot wall between us while we’re in the same room. I have to repeat the things I say to you twice because you didn’t hear me the first time. I hate having to get your attention before I say something. The fact that it takes you all day to respond to a text gives me the feeling that you dread speaking to me.”

“I know Bree and I’m so sorr-“

“Wait. I really need to get this out or it will explode inside of me; next thing we’re arguing and my temper will get the best of me. We don’t see eye to eye on anything anymore so I kind of… and don’t get mad but I met someone. We started talking and even went so far as to hang out the other day. I figured you would call but my phone didn’t hear from you at all that day. I was so upset just thinking about you ignoring me that I began to fall deeper and deeper for this guy. Long story short I ended up cheating on you that night. I didn’t purposely mean to do it but one thing lead to another and…..I messed up.”

“How could you? I go through some changes in my life telling myself that you would understand just to come here and have this thrown in my face? I planned on marrying you, making you the mother of my children but I guess I was the only one in this relationship that felt this way.”

“I understand it’s a lot to take in at once but the signs were clear. We need a break.”

As soon as she says this, the television in the background seems to get louder to Jason as the news reporter announces, “That’s right folks! Right here in our very own neighborhood is the winning ticket to the $300 million jackpot. Still no response but records indicate that it was purchased at this Fast Jack’s convenient store right behind me. By law, the winner…” The television fades out as Jason puts a lottery ticket in his pocket.

“Break says that there’s a chance that we’ll be back together again. We’re done.”

Bree leaves the apartment as the winning lottery numbers are announced and displayed on the screen. Jason smiles, sits on the couch and is comforted as he pats his side pocket to hear the sound of wrinkled paper muffled inside his denim jeans.