Heat Writing Prompt

February 24, 2023 christinesteevesspeakman

He never promised her a rose garden. No one knew what flower was in her hair. They’re yellow down south where the cowboys live…

a trail of rose petals from _______ leading to __________

This is my little corner of the vast internet world. It’s my space, my face to the world, it was created to…to? To, what exactly? What was my intention when I purchased the site’s name, registered it, rent cyber space for it, spend time on it?

I first came to the internet to figure out how to get published and ended up a reviewer, copy editor, editor, blogger, writer, still reviewing.

I don’t know who all sees me and I’ve been asking the question – does it matter if anyone does?

The truth is…it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter if 1 or a billion sees me, or you, I’ll/you’ll always see myself/yourself. What’s that line…wherever you go; there you are. We all carry our own baggage.

There’s no escaping who we are…I don’t want to escape myself. I want to be me and with that, here I am, all of me.

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