In which the editor is not funny.
Don’t Fear the Reaper-uh-Editor

In which the editor is not funny.
Another poem from the extraordinary Sarah Doughty.
I am more than the shallow breaths that escape my aching lungs, billowing up in a little white puff against the chilly, moonlit night. I am more than the weight you’ve forced me to carry on my shoulders. I am more than the distant, far-off look in my empty eyes. I am more than the bones you cracked in anger or bruised for the fun of it. I am more than the blood you spilled, for I have turned all that pain into something different. Something you can never touch.
I have turned my blood into ink. It slides down my skin like a caress. It flows in my veins and coats my insides like body armor. And it makes my mind come alive like you never could.
© Sarah Doughty
Image courtesy of Laura Makabresku
Sarah Doughty is the tingling wonder-voice behind Heartstring Eulogies. She’s also the author of The Silence…
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In which the patient distracts herself from dentistry with editing.
Sorry Mom.
Everyone Else Has the Best Titles
Hi, I’m Sherron, from the South, and I am a bookaholic.
I currently have my dream job, which is freelance editing. —More to read!
My mother is also an avid reader like me so we’ve always shared books back and forth. Now with the digital age we share a nook account. Works out great. She buys some, I buy some, and we both get to read without mailing the books to each other.
Recently, I was trying to get into the B&N account to add a couple of books to our library. My password didn’t work. Repeatedly. I can’t change it because they wanted to email something to my mother’s email.
I remember she’d recently had a complete computer apocalypse, and had been forced to change some passwords that only the old computer had known. I thought maybe B&N was one of them.
I email; she sends the password. Funny…
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I know I’m supposed to write my own stuff occasionally, but there are so many really good bloggers that I’d rather share with you. So today, another poet.
“Survival runs
in our blood.”
We are
the descendants
of people
too cunning
to die in a pyre.
They knew
how to survive.
And their magic
flows through
our veins.
© Sarah Doughty
Reblogged from Opinionated Man —supporting other bloggers. Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy: 1 – Promoting other bloggers through reblogs and pingbacks is an awesome way to network and grow your community. 2 – WordPress has a forever growing group of bloggers blogging on every topic you can think of. Promoting new bloggers and new topics helps to spread ideas and cultures around…
To share Walt Whitman and "Song of Myself"
In which the mother, unsuspecting, disturbs a raccoon and Rusty comes to the rescue.
In which the mother has an "adventure" in the Versa and once again, is rescued
You know I’m not a writer, right? I’m an editor, a proofreader, a beta, someone good to just talk to about the structure of your article or novel. That’s my real talent. I can take something good and help make it great. I know how to say what you wanted to say, but more clearly.…