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Love, Lisa: The Storm's Appeal
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Thursday, July 23, 2015. There may be a devastating drought in California, but you would not have known it that day. With a sigh, I began the trek on foot. My umbrella lasted two blocks before rebelliously flipping inside-out. I raised my hood in a sad attempt to protect my hair, and continued along with rainwater seeping up through the holes in my wel...Stand...
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Love, Lisa: City Kids
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Wednesday, February 4, 2015. In a transient city like San Francisco, goodbyes are frequent. This isn't suburbia, where people are locked into 30-year-mortgages. No, this is arguably the most dynamic urban hub in America. For every hopeful young adult who thrives in the city, there are hundreds who fail. And give up. And eventually leave. 8220;Ditto,” I a...
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Love, Lisa: October 2014
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Sunday, October 12, 2014. Never-) Mind the Gap. This is a cruel world for girls. My friend and I have ongoing debates about this subject. He insists that life is equally difficult for men. I can't understand that. In my experience, women are supposed to be mysterious and reserved. They're expected to sit back instead of taking the reins. Many books cla...And I...
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Love, Lisa: November 2014
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Sunday, November 30, 2014. Remember the kid in elementary school who did everything right? The one who waited patiently, worked diligently and followed all the rules? That kid grew up to be a successful, stable adult. I was never that kid. Spoiler alert: I hosed myself. Repeatedly. Brilliant move, huh? My bank account and sleep schedule can attest to that.
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Love, Lisa: Light the Match
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Friday, January 30, 2015. In January 2013, my childhood dream died a quiet, unexciting death. A single e-mail ripped my aspirations to shreds. Five short sentences affirmed my biggest fear: I didn't have the talent to compete with the greats. What's the worst that can happen? I recently began my 13th novel. Below is an excerpt from the second chapter. Call...
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Love, Lisa: Cold Comfort
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Sunday, May 10, 2015. In terms of weather, Denver is the antithesis of everything I’ve ever wanted. Has always been my favorite holiday, mainly because it conjures memories of sparklers, backyard barbecues and fireworks culminating a brilliant sun-soaked day. I'm a summer baby; my happiness is directly linked to the climate. Is my love language. I came here by...
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Love, Lisa: The Soundtrack of Stardust
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Wednesday, March 18, 2015. The Soundtrack of Stardust. It’s May of 2010, and I’ve been at flight attendant training here in Atlanta for a few weeks. But I’ve reached my breaking point. So I'm planning to leave Atlanta and drive straight through the night. I won't stop until I reach Nashville. I spot my Saturn in the fourth row of the parking lot. By morning, I...
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Love, Lisa: July 2015
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Thursday, July 23, 2015. There may be a devastating drought in California, but you would not have known it that day. With a sigh, I began the trek on foot. My umbrella lasted two blocks before rebelliously flipping inside-out. I raised my hood in a sad attempt to protect my hair, and continued along with rainwater seeping up through the holes in my wel...Stand...
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Love, Lisa: March 2014
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Saturday, March 29, 2014. It’s November of 2011. I’m sitting on the steps in front of Union Square, San Francisco’s thriving city center. Lights flash all around me. People hurry past, eager to enjoy Sunday night before it fades into the monotony of Monday morning. Local musicians stand on street corners and strum their guitars, banjos, ukeleles. 8220;They let...
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Love, Lisa: Wings
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I have written twelve novels. This is the space where I share my stories with the world. There is so much to say in this life, and so little time. Tuesday, March 31, 2015. She calls me from inside a closet. Only within the confines of this dark, hidden space is she able to truly open up. Let loose. Express her feelings. Which, at the moment, are a toxic blend of exhaustion and devastation. With some regret thrown in the mix. Thirty-three years." she murmurs. She sighs, then tells me I am an angel. She co...