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Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Love's New Dawn

I've been working on a short story about real true love and how it can make one feel. I have to admit that the more I intensely and regimentally exercise and diet, my thought process is opening up like never before. Reaching dormant depths of my mind as in the movie, Lucy. It has me excited, thrilled, giddy, and geeked, yet I remain humble and patient.

I've learned that someone invented a play thing for families with stairwells or staircases in their home with kids; a safe, durable, quality material, and fun-provoking slide for the stairs. Now that's creativity and imagination.

Thomas Edison's quote has inspired me too. "If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves."

I was like, OK. OK. Hhmm. I may run with that one. Giggles. In the meantime, live your life to its fullest. With God by my side and my support system, I'm about to kick it, whatever it is, into another gear.

Here's that short story I spoke of. Tell me what you think, and if you have a piece of writing that needs touching up, tightening up, or looked at, connect with me at theintlartcollection@gmail.com 

It won't co$t you a thing as I'm in the phase of self-marketing me; this positively mysterious and mystical element. Despite me following those on Instagram and Twitter, I consider myself more of a uniquely qualified, multi-dimensional, multi-talented leader who will be ready for the opportunity to shine when those moment comes. 

I am iA. I am No Ordinary Art.

In advance, know that you are appreciated! 

Saturday, September 5, 2015

My Love And The Kite

Today I took a few minutes to look at some pictures of me and my wife on our summer vacation last year. They made me smile. From out of nowhere, I wrote something nice and poetic about her and us. She liked it and gave me the OK to post it:

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Excerpts From A Dater's Profile



Day breaks.


I can hear the birds singing. There’s a just right breeze coming through the window we left open last night…


…she doesn’t take her having a bad day out on me, the bank teller, or the server…


…I’ve dated a few women without going to that sacred place. She impresses me as being the one.