18 Saturday Feb 2017
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Hi. It’s been awhile.
Life has a habit of taking some unexpected turns sometimes. And while I’ve been perpetually exhausted, physically and creatively, over the last year+, things are getting better. Continue reading
12 Saturday Nov 2016
25 Thursday Aug 2016
Posted in Writing Wednesday
11 Monday Jul 2016
Posted in Fiction
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As she lay there, head on his chest, she heard the soft whirl of his artificial heart. She could hear the mechanical sound of blood being pushed from one chamber to another via the automated valves.
As she listened, she realized how much she missed the sound his heart used to make. The swoosh of a muscle slightly out of rhythm and the click it made at the end of a beat as it struggled to move the blood from one side to the other. The sound that indicated a defect that nearly took his life.
She was grateful for his new heart and his continued health. Yet there was something about prosthetic which made her feel uneasy. Beyond anything else, she concluded that it must be the way it functioned. It was smooth and calculated. It was an even system unmatched by even the healthiest of hearts.
This new organ kept secrets She missed the way her touch used to cause his heart to race and then listening to it pound and eventually calm after they had been intimate. She used to be able to read him by listening to that heart. Now, she could only guess at what he was feeling.
He placed a hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. At first, she avoided eye contact, feeling guilty for her thoughts and irrationally worried that he’d somehow developed an ability to read her mind.
She couldn’t look away forever, and the longer she tried, the worse she felt. She met his gaze and peered deep. As she met his eyes, she instantly knew that he had no inkling of her longing.
The longer she looked, the more she realized she didn’t need his heart to tell her what he felt. She had his eyes. Were those to ever be in question, she had his touch. She had the soft breath from his mouth on her cheek. She had a sensation that she couldn’t quite name. A warmth that projected from him to her. A sense of calm and love that could only be felt with the deepest parts of her.
He leaned and kissed her mouth sweetly. She let the emotion overwhelm her until her heart was racing enough for the both of them.
13 Wednesday Apr 2016
Posted in Life
***The social anxiety part of me says that I need to put a disclaimer before the following letter because, to me, it sounds so serious. Don’t worry, no one died, and I’m not quitting writing. I don’t want to make anyone feel bad. This letter is just something that I needed to write.***
I’d address this letter to you, but I know it won’t be read by you. I can’t claim that I don’t think about you often. And I miss you more than words can say. Most of me understands that I’ll never have you back, but part of me still believes that I can.
I often find my mind drifting to the past. I think about the times when everything seemed great. Happiness seemed abundant, and the future was full of infinite possibilities, nearly all of them good. Continue reading
22 Friday Jan 2016
Posted in Fiction
I was looking at stock photos, and I happened across this one. And the first thing that went through my mind was: that’s Kara from my novel Otherworlders. Or at least pretty close. Of course, as with any story, the reader tends to imagine what’s right for them and their interpretation of the story. Which, in my opinion, is the best way to read. But this is a little peak at what was going through my head when I envisioned her (even though I found this long after).
21 Thursday Jan 2016
Posted in Writing Wednesday
Last Week’s WW: Resolutions
See that cover? It’s got my fella‘s name on it. This will be the first thing that he’s published, and I’m very proud of him. But I didn’t just come here to brag. I came to offer a little advice: Publish!
It’s not an easy thing to do. Emotionally, any way. Publishing a work means letting it go. It’s putting it out into the world, hoping no one hates it, but accepting the possibility that they might, and being okay with it. It’s understanding that something you created isn’t yours anymore. It’s splitting open your chest and placing it’s contents out for all the world to see. It’s you at your most vulnerable.
It’s also you at your strongest. It’s showing the world and yourself what you can do. It’s proving that you’ve created something from nothing. It’s wearing your iron armor and walking otherwise naked into the streets. You’re strutting your stuff, and you want everyone to look.
Okay, fine, we’re bleeding and naked and we feel okay about it, hopefully. It still doesn’t answer the question: How do I publish? Continue reading
14 Thursday Jan 2016
Posted in Writing Wednesday
Last WW: Make Them Keep Reading
We’re already 13 days into 2016. They say that a new year is a new chance. That it’s an opportunity to reset your life, or at least work on improving yourself in the ways that somehow eluded you the year before.
Many people pledge to eat better, exercise more, get a better job, and even write more often… Those are all great things to strive for. Most resolutions are.
We’re just about 2 weeks in. Many people at this point think that they have either lived up to your New Year’s Resolutions or already blown them. I believe that way of thinking will only set you up for failure.
If you’re keeping up with a resolution, that’s awesome. Good job. However, once you get it into your head, “well, I did it” then you might have a problem keeping that momentum going. You might find that later you’re saying, “well, I did it for awhile.” Then you’re right back where you started, not doing the thing you wanted to do.
If you’ve already messed up your resolution, then I have good news: tomorrow is another day! You don’t have to wait for a new year to come around to do the things you want to do. Depending on your goal, every day, every hour, every week… is an opportunity to get back on track.
Did you want to lose weight and eat a whole pizza by yourself? Well, you’ll have to eat again. And that’s an opportunity to do what you set out to do. If you want to write more, write more. Doesn’t matter if you’ve been going strong for weeks or haven’t typed a word. If you want it, you’ll find a way to do it.
Don’t let resolutions trip you up.
30 Wednesday Dec 2015
Posted in Life
https://angelacavanaugh.com/2015/annual-report/
Just sharing because I think it’s neat. It’s been a rough year, and I haven’t posted nearly as much as I wanted to. Hopefully things will smooth out and I can get back to where I was.
Thank you to every one who stops by here. I hope that you all have an amazing 2016!
18 Friday Dec 2015
Posted in Life
I’m pretty sure my existence has turned into a lifetime movie:
A writer living the good life in Los Angeles must move back to her hometown to take care of a cancer riddled family member. Her everything is tested as she must bring a mentally disabled old man into her home, return to working a 40 hour a week job, reconnect with old friends and family, face challenges at every turn, and try to make a life in a place that she left long ago…
It’s definitely a drama. I miss the good ol’ days when I lived a situation comedy.
