In the moment.

July 17, 2015



Sitting in the sun on 'our' bench letting thoughts stream. I wonder if I can come up with a blog post. I wonder if I can let go of some things and just be. Be free to feel. Oh, I feel, but to feel all the time without the baggage of thoughts -- specifically doubts!

Is feeling all the time too much? I don't really think so. It's the conditions we place on the feeling that fuck us up. Thinking too hard.

Does everything happen for a reason, is there a reason for everything? In the most literal sense --- yes. Even coincidence has its reasons.

Sometimes we simply cannot be content.  Always looking for the 'other shoe to drop.' The price. The trade-off. 

OH, to just BE.

I attain that at times. Specific moments. I think the 'secret' is being able to do that all the time, or at the least, ANY time.

'Be happy with what you have; don't lament what you don't have.' 

There's an embrace that makes it all go away for me. I cannot have it all the time. I'll try harder to be content that I have it AT ALL.

Am I greedy? I want it more. Always. All the time. NEED IT.

Fluffy white creatures, occasionally sliced through by silver air sharks,  laze across a blue canvass with a burning light at its zenith.

Salt.
Algae.
Bird shit.
Hum of a ferry.
                      MUSIC.

My flesh is heated, turns colors. Will it be red or brown, golden?
A breeze carries promise.

That may not be a ferry. Constant thrum. Soothing, somehow. Don't stop.
Meditation.

Giant bug eyes protect me from the laser glare.

I am glam.
I am no one.
I am.

Sitting on our bench, I am nearly too warm, but the breeze is cooler. I would move to shade, then again, would not.

Are you with me?
With me.
I'm always with you.
Feel it?
I am a whisper in the wind.
A touch of sun you smell on your skin.
The darkest night.
The moon that illuminates your path. A chill off the water. The wave.

I AM.

I am the change in seasons.
The turning of the year. 
The lover's touch, wet kiss, moist enclave. The bead of sweat above your lip.

You know me. Intimately. That craving at 2:17 a.m. that keeps you from sleep.

Dream. I am. I am free. I am yours.
I choose to be.

We are. I am.

Do you smell the world in my hair? Do you?

It's me. 
DREAM.
 

Grief

June 29, 2015


This is the 4th time I've written this. It keeps being eaten, or the last one didn't post. Is it a sign, or just pissing me off? I don't know. I HAVE TO GET THIS OUT.

I lost my fur babies today.

Strange phrase. It's because we hate saying the awful truth. I know where they are. Lost implies that they will return. Could be found.

They died. Cold hard truth.

I found Pai Pai this morning after I got up. He looked asleep. It took me a while to realize he wasn't. He'd not followed me into the bathroom...

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Favorites

June 10, 2015



This may be brief, but it will be light and happy, because we can all use some help with that sometimes, yes?

What makes you smile? I mean the little things, because those are the things that matter most. The things we should never let pass us by without notice. What makes you smile, always, every time you think of it, or see it? What gives you peace? The warm fuzzies? 

Some of mine:

The way his scent lingers on my skin long after he's gone.

The constant zen sound of an ocean, that taste of salt ...

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What to do when...aka (deep breath, be brave, S).

May 26, 2015



What do you do when you feel…well, you can’t even describe what you feel, not adequately. How can people help when it appears to them you don’t want their help, or can’t tell them how to help, or they don’t know what to do, regardless?

Sometimes help is simply about listening. Being. Platitudes may serve to stoke resentment and more depression, cause a person to think their feelings are dismissed, even when that isn’t the intention. They hurt, because out there, in the wide world, ...


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You are what you write. Sort of.

April 20, 2015


A quick post with a few thoughts...

Are writers present in their characters?

Of course they are. Even the authors who say they aren't. Even in the nastiest, most-opposite-of-you character. The reason is simple: they are written through our filter of the world. Our POV.  Some characters have more of us in them than others, and I'm sure you can have many discussions on all of the reasons.

Are writers present in their narratives? 

Well of course. Even in non-fiction, no matter how unbiased, once aga...

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A word on derivatives

December 30, 2014



Fan-fiction. It used to be a very secretive topic. Taboo, for most. Divisive. It is still these things for some, though these days, people are far more open about it. Heck, some have even been published after first writing derivative fiction.

But I'm not here to talk about the legalities (as there are laws in place when it crosses a line) or whether it's morally right or wrong. And of course, any author has every right to dislike it, and take legal action when it crosses a line. They have ever...

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You look constipated, AKA, lighten up.

December 9, 2014



For the three or so of you that have been reading, this blog will fit into a theme that I am still exploring in different forms, and have been for a few posts. For the one new person that might come along, hey! I hope you can relate.

It's that time of year, where some are depressed, some are trying to enjoy it, and some are just plain Scrooges. Many people do have a reason to feel sad about now, but I think that makes this all the more important...

 What I wonder, is how many honestly feel curm...

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Negative naggies

November 5, 2014


Yes, I just made that up: naggies. It suits them well. I'm not speaking of other people, but our own thoughts. Our own little voice that we are told to listen to. But sometimes not. Because sometimes it's a damned negative, nagging, nincompoop. It leaves behind these ninja bombs sometimes, too. The ones you don't immediately notice, not until later when BOOM, they go off in a cloud of blackness.

Now, I'm not saying to ignore your gut instincts. I don't necessarily think our guts use that littl...

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That's a good question...

October 28, 2014


I'm sitting here, eating entirely too many potato chips, thinking wow; I should blog. I then say, "Oh yeah, about what?? I have nothing to say."

But then again, I do, don't I? Though it's just bits and streams and nonsense, perhaps. Things you don't care to read...perhaps.

This then reminds me that I haven't touched one of my WIPs (novels) for...ehem. I shall not say. 

I need a kick in the butt. A shove. Someone yell at me. Tell me I can do it. Tell me what evil shall befall me if I don't. Where...

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Ch-ch-ch-changes.

July 17, 2014


I debated mentioning this yet, but it would seem I am going ahead with a few things I've been mulling over. Not only that, it's been some time since I updated, I know.

So some news, all wrapped up in one tidy blog post;

Anatomy of Darkness is to have a European release, no doubt with new cover, February-ish. If this changes, I shall inform you all.

Paris Immortal, the series, is coming back home to me. In other words, I believe I will be obtaining all the rights to it very soon. This will likely...

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Feeling the Bern, Seattle

Posted by Sherry Roit on Monday, March 21, 2016



First day of Spring, 2016. Bernie Sanders came to the Key arena. I had to work, but left a bit early to see what I could see.

I had never been to a political rally, for various reasons. But I like this man. He feels like one of us. Put aside your political leanings if you must, and please read on. This is a reaction not to policy, but something else. Something universal.

I am so glad I took the chance and drove over. They say over 30,000 people showed up. Double what the venue would hold. So no...

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Goals aka The Run

Posted by Sherry Roit on Thursday, March 17, 2016 In : opinion piece 



Went for a run just now. Third day in a row, after having run once a week for the last three weeks. I thought to myself, self? Just an easy run today. Right calf is a bit stiff, you will be lucky to make two miles. But two miles is good, and it's better than no miles.

So I'm out doing my thing. It's a lovely, sunny day. I'm sore, but not enough to allow myself to stop. I say to self, self? Get that first mile. Okay, got it. Surely we can get that second. Sure...okay. Let's do it.

So I did it, a...
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...

Posted by Sherry Roit on Monday, February 22, 2016 In : Writing 


It's a scent
           a sigh
A caught breath when finger brushes thigh

The very thought of you
  sound of you
  sight of you

You're an idea 
A constant presence
You're an ache never cured
  a longing
  an itch

Scratch Scratch
leaving trenches
Still not satiated, just left bloody

It's maddening
    you're madness
Madness


...sanity's overrated.



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For R

Posted by Sherry Roit on Wednesday, February 17, 2016 In : Writing 


I don't know all the reasons I am
who I am

I only know I'm human and do the
best I can

Certainly, I've not meant to make you 
feel less-than

If I had, believe you me, there'd be
no question

Is an apology worth the words if I'm
not sure why

Something I have never wanted is for life to
be a lie

So just know, from the bottom and middle
of my heart

I thank you for the patience you've shown me
from the start

Know that I love you more than any 
words will tell

And that a world without you would be my
version of hell....

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Unsolicited advice. <3

Posted by Sherry Roit on Monday, February 15, 2016 In : opinion piece 


Money. Still the number one relationship killer. I have a tip.

Keep a minimum of three bank accounts. (Or don't ever get a joint account in the first place.)

HIS
HERS
JOINT EXPENSE

You pay into the joint account for shared expenses (rent, utilities and so on) and then you have your own money. You then agree, and must STICK by this agreement, that what the other person does with their personal account, is not your concern. No matter how frivolous it seems. Do I really need to say that no advice in ...

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