An Unreal Request

My friends tell me I’m crazy about this dream I once had.
They all laugh and mock till my foolish heart bleeds,
For the love it truly needs.
I dreamt of a man,
who took my hand,
and told me I needn’t do much,
just get used to his touch.
How could I?
It was all elusive to me.
you see, love never came to me.
How could I just be?
Yet he whispered in my ear,
told me things that made me shiver,
that promised to deliver.
It felt so real that to this day,
I sit here waiting,
for my dream man.

A Longing

I desire to never be afraid,

Yet I stand trembling.

I want to be free.

Yet I’m chained to this bed that has me adrift like the sea.

What I want,

Seems more like a haunt.

The First(Or Second) Finish Line…

…Among other things, I have also re-enrolled in school.

I am going for a second master’s degree. This one in humanities. Truth be told, I’ve always loved school and reading romance. If you could pair two of my loves together, you would create my dream job. Thankfully, I was able to pair the two by becoming a romance writer.

Go figure.

I started back in August, and I just finished my first-quarter class. I absolutely loved it! It was everything I love all tied into one rigorous eight-week session. I was able to read novels I’d never would have glanced at normally. The reason I am sharing this with you all is not for praise, but to encourage you. Never stop learning, always do more, fail, A LOT, because that’s the only way you’ll learn. As a twenty-nine-year-old woman, I feel that I have a bit of experience behind my back to confidently say those words to you. That, and read a ton of romantic, sappy, unrealistic fiction.

Preferably mine.

-NR