This space is reserved for happy, positive things. I wasn’t sure what to write here this week… which is ironic because I feel good. I could come up with reasons I’m feeling this way, but I don’t want to overthink it. The worries I’ve had for months are still in my head. If I analyze the crap out of my mood, I may ruin it!

But how is it that in sadness or anger, I seem to be able to find something perky to write about yet today, feeling good, I’ve got nothing? Maybe because I force myself when I feel crappy? I don’t know. But I’m smiling. And I still need something to write.

So… I went back and read my first ever weekly perk post. Then I jumped all over my blog reading random older posts. All kinds – poetry, fiction, my life… whatever. And I realized something.

I am a genius!

[Insert laughter here.] What I mean is… I read some posts that were kind of amazing. I kept thinking I wrote this? I’m funny sometimes. And I’ve written some beautiful poetry (still feels weird to say that). And although I’m still pretty sure I enjoy reading my own fiction more than anyone else does, I love it anyway.

Maybe none of you will click a single link, but these are a few of my favorite older posts (well, mostly older… some are kind of recent). Maybe you’ve already read them because you were following me back then… or because the moment you found me, you went back and read my every brilliant word.

But if you haven’t, maybe you’ll enjoy some of these posts… which I have conveniently categorized for your reading pleasure.

From my life
love across the ocean.

Romantic Fiction
when she knew.
I wanted you to kiss me.

Poetry
reflection.
with you.
the feeling.
caged.

Mature Poetry
cursed.
try it on.

Mature Fiction
one day… from sleep to sleep.
fiction friday #8
dessert first.
letter never sent.

And sometimes… all the time, really… what makes my day isn’t what I write at all. It’s what you write in our conversations in the comments. Thank you all.

Stay perky, my friends. But not so much that I vomit on my new sandals.
☼