: About Me

My name is Sheryl. I have published my own small press (very small) dark poetry/creative writing mini-magazine for several years. I have introduced many unknown writers in over a dozen issues. I have been using a very old-fashioned cut & paste method that includes clip art and original contributor artwork, including my own. I have had my own "underground" writing published in over a dozen virtually unknown venues. Recently, I wrote a series of about 75 articles for my home town newspaper. They were very well received, and I even got paid for a few of them. I am currently pursuing a career as a jewelry designer, and have had considerable luck for a beginner. Like me, my jewelry is unique. I guess that's what I'm really all about - trying to do whatever it is that makes me happy, which usually involves breaking away from a 9 to 5 grind to focus on artistic endeavors.

My passion is ...

Animals, Writing, Travel & the Supernatural

I know too much about ...

Misguided love

My parents always told me ...

That I was stubborn, but smart

My childhood ambition ...

Was to become a novelist

My favorite memory ...

All my trips to Adventure Aquarium

Why I write ...

Because it's part of who I am

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

My own mind

My first job ...

Grocery store

My best moment ...

Jordan calling me "Mommy" & my time with Suzie & Blackie

My inspiration ...

S.E. Hinton, Anne Rice, The Doors, the light b4 the darkness

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas

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'Twas a week before Christmas and, all through the stores, People rushed around doing holiday chores. I must have been crazy. I went to the mall. I ordered a coffee that was chocolate and tall. I got some strange looks. It was seen as quite drastic. I paid for my beverage with paper, not plastic. Then, I bought toys for Jordan without filling a cart. What could I give him worth more than my heart? Christmas should be fun for all family members. Why spend a fortune just because it's December? So, with sufficient presents for under the tree, All that was left for something for me. My mattres...

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