Andrea N. Carr's Blog, page 16
May 21, 2015
PSYCHOLOGY
PSYCHOLOGY.Filed under: On becoming a writer., on being called a writer Tagged: #psychology
Building with Sandbags – Eco Friendly Homes
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May 20, 2015
Joshua Tree
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The project
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May 7, 2015
I'm excited
About The Trees Outside
I'm excited!
My new book will be out June 1st. I had intended to put the missing chapters from Family Tree as chapters. I did this but, made it a short story instead.
I think it is better to do this, anyway I like it a lot. This book will allow you to understand Angel better. I introduce a new character to you. One that spoke to me the most when, I originally, wrote Family Tree.
I think it works out better for you in the end, to have excluded this story originally. It bothered me leaving it out. I thought about adding it to the sequel. It doesn't fit there.
It's perfect, on it's own. I hope you, enjoy it!
I also, wrote about my writing style. The best way to get the most from my stories.
Simply become the narrator because, seeing through the eyes of the main character one can truly see what is meant. Emotionally, we are all the same. I speak with emotions through the use of characters.
If you can do this, we have total understanding. This is my only hope, with my readers is to be understood by them.
<3
Andrea
I'm excited!
My new book will be out June 1st. I had intended to put the missing chapters from Family Tree as chapters. I did this but, made it a short story instead.
I think it is better to do this, anyway I like it a lot. This book will allow you to understand Angel better. I introduce a new character to you. One that spoke to me the most when, I originally, wrote Family Tree.
I think it works out better for you in the end, to have excluded this story originally. It bothered me leaving it out. I thought about adding it to the sequel. It doesn't fit there.
It's perfect, on it's own. I hope you, enjoy it!
I also, wrote about my writing style. The best way to get the most from my stories.
Simply become the narrator because, seeing through the eyes of the main character one can truly see what is meant. Emotionally, we are all the same. I speak with emotions through the use of characters.
If you can do this, we have total understanding. This is my only hope, with my readers is to be understood by them.
<3
Andrea
April 29, 2015
I want to shout
Anyone:
Have you ever felt, you are being guided by something you are waiting for the world to get, so it defines you. Yet, certainty of what it is exactly, escapes even you. But, you just know you have to figure out how to do it and get it done or be tortured. Lol, that is what this poem is about. I thought, I would feel better after, writing it. I don't actually, worse usually not the case afterwards. I think, because I only been reminded of what bothers me.
Gosh, is this how purpose feels? "I don't know, I only know, it will be manifested through writing." Deep, deep breath, ahhh only time I get relief is to say, that to myself about writing. "It's the only thing I'm certain, I do know." I am not impatient or doubt ability, the problem is I stumble upon everything to do with writing. "I don't like doing things in this way that feel so important to me. I would like for purpose to have a clearer path."
I do have one word sticking out in my mind through, writing this. The word that comes to mind as I finish this sentence is - Embrace
"I Want to Shout"
By, Andrea N Carr
I am having a mindless collision.
I am wondering, if I make the right decisions.
Release the hold that keeps bothering my mind.
Leading to the answer that's hard to find.
I am bleeding obscurity and selfless doubt.
Caused from an esoteric quest of purpose for what my life is about.
Unpredictable efforts that know Me seep out to
remove the hand of uncertainty covering my mouth.
I want to shout!
What is taking so long to figure this thing out.
I want to shout.
Will anyone know what I'm talking about.
I want to shout.
Hear my frustrations as they come out though,
I have no certainty of what I'm shouting about.
AAARRGGHH!
Have you ever felt, you are being guided by something you are waiting for the world to get, so it defines you. Yet, certainty of what it is exactly, escapes even you. But, you just know you have to figure out how to do it and get it done or be tortured. Lol, that is what this poem is about. I thought, I would feel better after, writing it. I don't actually, worse usually not the case afterwards. I think, because I only been reminded of what bothers me.
Gosh, is this how purpose feels? "I don't know, I only know, it will be manifested through writing." Deep, deep breath, ahhh only time I get relief is to say, that to myself about writing. "It's the only thing I'm certain, I do know." I am not impatient or doubt ability, the problem is I stumble upon everything to do with writing. "I don't like doing things in this way that feel so important to me. I would like for purpose to have a clearer path."
I do have one word sticking out in my mind through, writing this. The word that comes to mind as I finish this sentence is - Embrace
"I Want to Shout"
By, Andrea N Carr
I am having a mindless collision.
I am wondering, if I make the right decisions.
Release the hold that keeps bothering my mind.
Leading to the answer that's hard to find.
I am bleeding obscurity and selfless doubt.
Caused from an esoteric quest of purpose for what my life is about.
Unpredictable efforts that know Me seep out to
remove the hand of uncertainty covering my mouth.
I want to shout!
What is taking so long to figure this thing out.
I want to shout.
Will anyone know what I'm talking about.
I want to shout.
Hear my frustrations as they come out though,
I have no certainty of what I'm shouting about.
AAARRGGHH!
April 27, 2015
Short story, essay something… not important.
I wrote this for an experiment okay, off the top of my head – uninspired writing. See how you feel about it not a favorite of mine. However, The Parting, I love that story.
See if you can tell a difference, in the two of them.
Categorize it however, you like.
I only hope you enjoy reading it.
A N Carr
I lay awake confused. After, I drifted into sleep; unplanned. Not sure, of the time now. Not even, if it’s morning or night. I went to sleep in the darkness, and it remains inside the room. But, I have an innate feeling, the sun will rise soon though, I am smiling I hate when it happens.
Unknowingly, inside of a dreamy time passage. I went with him, he was holding my hand. He wasn’t speaking to me in English, sounded like his Castilian language.
I realize, I am feeling at peace waking into a silence, embracing the comfort in this room. For a second, I thought; I was in Spain. Looking around the room sleepily; noticing I’m not in the bedroom that was mine there. I have the peace, I thought would be left behind with my lover when I left… This morning or night whatever, it is. I know differently, in this moment; I discovered the happiness, there in Spain, that lives here in my heart.
Outside, when I looked, a few minutes ago the street light right in front is still on. No one is out there, who looks like him; must be real early around the time he leaves. He would wake me and go to work. I felt happy then, just like this. It has to be early, I’m thinking with some certainty, because the traffic noises are starting in the background. I can feel the momentum of daytime while it loses the quiet inside, the rising sounds from preparing to start the day.
People are stirring now, across the floor and the smell of coffee is coming in through the open window above, my head. I usually, get out of bed when, the early morning sounds become noise, but not yet, I wait with anticipation… hoping my lover misses me and he is coming to open the door right now and find me waiting for him with my arms stretched, open wide reaching for him. The day becomes the night when we embrace and kiss passionately, for a long time.
I like looking at the softly flowing white drapes, moving with the cold morning air pushing in above my head with the light out of darkness. The smell of the sea and waves crashing on the rocks to calm me down. While I imagine my lover was here; his body separated mine from everything while, he made love to me.
See if you can tell a difference, in the two of them.
Categorize it however, you like.
I only hope you enjoy reading it.
A N Carr
I lay awake confused. After, I drifted into sleep; unplanned. Not sure, of the time now. Not even, if it’s morning or night. I went to sleep in the darkness, and it remains inside the room. But, I have an innate feeling, the sun will rise soon though, I am smiling I hate when it happens.
Unknowingly, inside of a dreamy time passage. I went with him, he was holding my hand. He wasn’t speaking to me in English, sounded like his Castilian language.
I realize, I am feeling at peace waking into a silence, embracing the comfort in this room. For a second, I thought; I was in Spain. Looking around the room sleepily; noticing I’m not in the bedroom that was mine there. I have the peace, I thought would be left behind with my lover when I left… This morning or night whatever, it is. I know differently, in this moment; I discovered the happiness, there in Spain, that lives here in my heart.
Outside, when I looked, a few minutes ago the street light right in front is still on. No one is out there, who looks like him; must be real early around the time he leaves. He would wake me and go to work. I felt happy then, just like this. It has to be early, I’m thinking with some certainty, because the traffic noises are starting in the background. I can feel the momentum of daytime while it loses the quiet inside, the rising sounds from preparing to start the day.
People are stirring now, across the floor and the smell of coffee is coming in through the open window above, my head. I usually, get out of bed when, the early morning sounds become noise, but not yet, I wait with anticipation… hoping my lover misses me and he is coming to open the door right now and find me waiting for him with my arms stretched, open wide reaching for him. The day becomes the night when we embrace and kiss passionately, for a long time.
I like looking at the softly flowing white drapes, moving with the cold morning air pushing in above my head with the light out of darkness. The smell of the sea and waves crashing on the rocks to calm me down. While I imagine my lover was here; his body separated mine from everything while, he made love to me.
April 23, 2015
Poems
Poems by Andrea N Carr
Let me gaze my eyes upon thee
Oh beautiful one, eyes doth love thee
Thy spirit moved my heart
Now broken, longing for thou to touch.
A winter’s morn, doth willow wake
Scratch thy window
Early morn
Heavy snow fell from thy branch
Honorificabilitudinitas now, lost in sorrow
To know my worth is meaningless
I beg with mercy to a past I lost
To meet again; guide the way
Surrender thou judgments, thou hast
Smirk in merriment at hungers wake
To fill thou belly in evil’s make
Thou shalt mock thee away
Let me gaze my eyes upon thee
Oh beautiful one, eyes doth love thee
Thy spirit moved my heart
Now broken, longing for thou to touch.
A winter’s morn, doth willow wake
Scratch thy window
Early morn
Heavy snow fell from thy branch
Honorificabilitudinitas now, lost in sorrow
To know my worth is meaningless
I beg with mercy to a past I lost
To meet again; guide the way
Surrender thou judgments, thou hast
Smirk in merriment at hungers wake
To fill thou belly in evil’s make
Thou shalt mock thee away
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April 23, 2015 Andrea N Carr
Apr 22 at 7:28 AM
Hi, Andrea — thanks for your email. Tell your contacts to mention your name and we’ll give them a 25 percent discount on an ad. Thanks! — Margaret
Margaret Brown
Publisher
Shelf Media Group
National Book Critics Circle Lifetime Member
www.shelfmediagroup.com
214.704.4182
Follow us on twitter: @shelfmagazine. We follow back!
Check out our new podcast: www.shelfmediagroup.com/pages/podcast...
Shelf Unbound book review magazine reaches more than 125,000 readers in the United States and 70 countries around the globe. It is a recipient of the Alliance of Independent Authors’ Honoring Excellence Award.
All three Shelf Media titles have been honored as 2014 Maggie Award Finalists for Best Digital-Only Magazine.
April 22, 2015
Energy - poem
Im out of my element when -negative energy strikes. Infiltrating my being, hindering my existence.
Altering my path to ...becoming.
My world, originated in the dark and quiet of peace. Perpetuating; the +positive energy of growth.
Still living here in my heart.
Outside, of love's vibe.
Altering my path to ...becoming.
My world, originated in the dark and quiet of peace. Perpetuating; the +positive energy of growth.
Still living here in my heart.
Outside, of love's vibe.
