Nothing to Lose

Here a thought I had last night, I tweeted and post it on facebook last night.  Now I'm sharing it with you.

"Right now in life I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain, don't I owe it to myself to try? Do more then dream"

I feel another challenge coming on... LOL

"There" A Poem Written in Grief

"There"

I'm sitting on my bed wondering if you went,

ya know to that place, wondering if you ever felt like it.

I don't know about you but I'm having a bad day.

When to church Mama and Aunt Phenie cried,

everyone says sorry for your loss,

don't get me wrong my church family is wonderful, loving.

It just make me feel worse. Went to Ruby Tuesday for lunch

and we went to Gran's house

I haven't been to Gran's house all week,

I avoided Gran's house all week.

The furniture all arrange back, before the bed in the den,

back to before when she lived there alone.

Now it's feel empty she's not there, not in her chair.

So I hope you went there.

But if you did feel like it I understand, I'm having a bad day too.

By Annie

A is for Annie

Hello, I’m Annie Gray. Welcome to my blog and my first blog post thought I tell you a little about myself.

I’m a Alabama girl (No, I don’t mean the University of Alabama’s football, not a football fan)

I mean I live in Alabama, born and raise along the cotton fields (really wish I could say that, but I grew up across the road from the cows grazing real slow on grass)  I like to think I’m a good county southern girl.

Born premature, I have a hearing lost. Wait, there’s no need for American Sign Language if you meet me.   I’ll hear you; just have to get use to your voice, accent and the way your lips move. If you are one who signs please go slow been a few years since I’ve signed. Oh and my brain and hands are not connect very well anymore, so bare with me my signing bad.

            As a means to escape the noise crowds where I didn’t hear well, I daydreamed, in the halls at school and the lunch room.  One day one of my many aunts said “If you’re going to daydream that much you need to write a story.

So I did.

A very short novel (less then 20 pages) called Wind Breaker Island, about talking animals, a lost prince and a girl far from home.

Since then I have attempt to write many more stories and learned a great deal from those attempts for example: just write the crazy novel.

 I finally did just write the crazy novel and now editing it.  I might sneak in a few reports on my progress now and then, along with book reviews and others thoughts running through my head.

I hope you will visit again. I’ll be here Mondays and Fridays.

~Annie