Let's talk about my ex. There isn't much to say about him. We dated for six years. I thought I loved him. He stopped being responsive or listening. I broke up with him. I took a step back and finally realized how much he controlled me, and how all my friends who met him thought… Continue reading Cathartic Dreams
Author: Zoey Delmaire
I need to quit watching Jane the Virgin
May contain minor spoilers. That doesn't really sound like a title for a post on a writing blog, does it? Well, maybe it makes sense, if you watch the show. I am a fan of the show Jane the Virgin. I admit to liking the earlier seasons better (when the telenovela plot concept was fresh); but… Continue reading I need to quit watching Jane the Virgin
Sometimes, my brain decides it’s time to write.
And it's usually while I'm very busy at work. Or, now, when it is 2AM and I needed to be in bed two hours ago. But at least I'm finally writing.
Writers Block
I knelt down on the library carpet, wincing as my knees made a cracking sound. They sounded loud in the muffled silence between the shelves. The student situated at the table at the end of the aisle glared at me from over his laptop, annoyed with the disturbance. I pretended not to notice, instead leaning… Continue reading Writers Block
Getting S*it Together
I accomplished a lot this weekend! Following up my new year's post, I did put some effort into making 2018 "my year". I think one of my biggest flaws is that I'm lazy. It might be the depression, honestly; but most days when I'm done with work, I can't bring myself to do anything at all. Normally… Continue reading Getting S*it Together
Obligatory New Year’s Post
Hey kids! Did you miss me? Cliché statement about new beginnings. Blah blah, going to post more, etc. As I write these words, I feel kind of guilty. I think I do this every year. New year! New start! New me! Will write more! I never do. Y'all know this. I… Continue reading Obligatory New Year’s Post
Film
The first time I ever considered a career in film was in 2010. I was at my friends house. She had been in a car accident where someone had t-boned her car. She had a broken leg and was bored, trapped at home on her couch. So I dropped in to visit. There wasn't… Continue reading Film
Anxiety
It’s 5:50 in the morning; far, far too early for anyone to be exercising, let alone biking seven miles, job or no job. And yet there you are, pushing yourself up a massive hill (the only overpass that crosses the freeway for at least two miles) because the other route takes you an extra half… Continue reading Anxiety
An Unfinished Poem
I am the keeper of the words. The words I conjure form the stories I weave, the skin I wear, the air I breathe. My fragile state is held together by a paste of whispered stories, hide behind a shield of imaginary worlds created solely to protect. I charge forth into the depths of reality,… Continue reading An Unfinished Poem
’twas a Cheese Sandwich
I guess if I’m going to start anywhere with writing and sharing stories, I should start towards the beginning. This isn’t the beginning of my writing, not at all. I’ve been writing since I was very little, but that’s a discussion for another post. This is a slightly current piece of writing, if you want… Continue reading ’twas a Cheese Sandwich
Zoey Delmaire Writes 