The Writings Of Jessica Herring/Mezger

I hate layouts. I hate web design. I just despise it all!

Fri, 26 Nov 2004 03:46:52 GMT

I really need to finally finish my website layout. I am just stumped on what the theme should be. Should it be feminine and pretty? Or creative and flashy? Or dark and depressing? Ahh I just don't know. I wish I hate photo shop or something so I could make some really awesome graphics and whatnot. But I would still be uninspired even if I had the great graphic design tools.

On another note of design...I need to redesign my layout here. Blahhhhh! I am so cretive at times and at other times I just go creative-braindead.

I also need to work on promoting Spy Glass and writing my novel. Sadly no one has picked up Spy Glass yet. But that could also be a product of me not promoting it enough.

Well...I must go and do one of the above. Ciao loves.

Spy Glass

Thu, 25 Nov 2004 19:39:06 GMT

A compilation of poetry and song lyrics that convey personal experiences of the author as well as unnamed dreams and fears. Compiled over the years the author shares very personal moments in her life. Written in a very dark reality that most people choose to ignore. The Authors intention by venting her personal struggle is to somehow relate to a side of everyone that is left unsaid; this is her way of saying it. Although it seems an intrusion into the fears and hopes of an artistic mind, the simplistic form allows the reader to finish and digest the raw emotion in one sitting.

Prompt One for acarpousnostrum

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 13:26:36 GMT

Prompt One

Time - 10 mins.
Type - Character.

• An introduction to the community:
Write about yourself on a lazy afternoon in summer. What are you doing - feeling - thinking - listening to - playing with - pointing at?

I lean my head against the willow tree behind me. The slow and gentle wind whispers and cools me for a moment. T walks up to me and begins licking my face to get my attention. I look at her and smile. She tilts her head and then lays on the cool grass in the shade next to me. I scratch behind her ear as I look out onto the street. The sun's rays are baking the hot pavement, scolding it to the touch. I look around seeing younger children riding their bicycles and parents walking with their babies in the stroller. I push the hair off of my neck and move my legs. Pieces of grass cling to the sweat on my body. I pick up T and stand. I stretch slowly and begin running up the road. The soles of my bare feet burn with every step, but I don't care. The wind will be cooler there. It will be much more peaceful. T continues panting and slobbering all over my arm. I reach my end at the street and begin walking up the steep, pebbled hill. I know it is restricted there, but what they don't know won't hurt them. My feet are throbbing from the burns I just recieved and now the sharp rocks piercing my skin. T looks around at the trees, hearing the birds chirp. She seems to like them. We reach the top of the hill. I smile. Nothing has changed since last night. It is still the same beautiful meadow. No one touched the apple trees or the tall grass or the logs. Not even the abandonned barn. I walk into the grass. It reaches my thighs. I keep going until I reach a patch of short grass right on the edge. I sit there and hold T. I look at the view. The beautiful river. All the sail boats were out today. I lay on my back and T rests in my arms. We both close our eyes. I wonder if it will always be like this. If I will always have this beautiful retreat. I wonder if T really likes the music the birds are chirping or if she would like to snack on one of them. I giggle to myself. T's ears perk and then relax. She licks my arm. If only every day could be like this.

Editting and Such

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 06:28:03 GMT

I hate editting. I am horrible with grammar and writing rules, etc. I bought a book on it all...but it is just too much to read it and worry about it. So I will write with horrible grammar and such and you all must suffer. I think I am going to go look for a community helping those as sucky as me. So, ciao!

Writing what came to mind

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 06:22:42 GMT

A tear dropped from his eye and fell to the grassy floor below. His life was changed forever and he didn't know how to go on. Everything happened within a minute. Sixty seconds. He saw them die by the hands of his beloved wife. It all happened so fast...he just stood there doing nothing. She killed their children and then killed herself. Sixty seconds. He could hear the sirens in the distance roaring closer and closer. It would take them longer to get there then it did for everything to happen. It was just a misunderstanding. She thought...well it doesn't matter what she thought. She was dead now. He fell to the ground looking at the corpses. Their eyes were frozen open as they layed in a pool of each others blood. Another tear joined the first. If only....if only she knew. None of this would have happened. They would be sitting inside sipping coffee as the children did their homework. A misunderstanding. Sixty seconds. If only she knew it was his sister he was hugging and not someone else. He loved his wife. His dead wife.

Well....it's a start..

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 05:09:48 GMT

I have decided to create a new journal for my writing. This just happens to be it. So here goes!