Flipskript Ink

It has been a few crazy weeks...so crazy that I don't even want to think about it. But I will say that despite hard economic and employment stumbling blocks, I've started something new which has lead me to a new outline. Long story short, after working many jobs [mostly in college] I thought to myself, 'Hey, I never really worked at a bank before...I think I'll give it a shot.' With that said, I found a new job that will allow me to grow in a different industry and allow me more creative pitches for my freelance writing gig. And this is on top of my other writng projects. Here is a brief summary of my projects: Project 1 deals with a high school class in a sick and twisted storyline of harassment, rape,. miscarriage, right and wrong. I have no idea where this concept came from, but I can't stop writing it. Project 2 is a a story I'm considering turning into a series about a little girl and her friend being harrassed by older junior high kids. I started worki

Things have been so weird for me since I lost all function of my laptop, but let me be real; I've had it since 2005. I learned from a a fellow poet/computer sales rep that every three months is one year in technology age. So technically, nearly six years in tech. time made my PC go past its prime. What kills me is that everything is on my PC, from freshman year. Various stories, articles, poems, and homework (of course) and some of it is on a portable flash drive, but who knew that humans could get so awkward over such a thing? First off, let me just clarify that I'm not totally electronically immobile because I've been floating in between libraries to check my emails and still get some assignments done. It's just an inconvenience because there are time limits, operation hours and I have to alter my deadlines because of these restrictions. It's just when I have an idea about an article or a poem, the most I can do is put my pen to paper. Obviously there is nothing