Cassy In Her Own World

If you know me, or if you've read my blog, you'll know that I am a passionate person. And when I write things on this blog, I tend to overshare, and the length of the average post can be a bit overwhelming. So, obviously, I can write well. I am a talented writer. I don't feel bad saying this. I have been told time and time again that my writing is above average. I've written compelling application essays for friends that get them accepted into colleges. I've written term papers that my teachers have congratulated me on in front of the entire class. I've had college assignments entered into competitions. I've had professors ask me to use my writing as an example for future students. I've had a job on a campus newspaper. I was selected for a coveted writing internship on a well-known news-based website. I am a talented writer. But I hate it.  Well, I hate writing with a deadline. I hate being forced  to write something. I hate being a...

I broke down in a Redner's parking lot a few days ago. I just sat in the car, engine off, silent, staring at the steering wheel for a full five minutes before the first tear slipped down my face. The entire time, though, all I could think was, "I'm so stupid. I should not be crying right now." But I was. Because I was hurt. Because I was sad. Because for the umpteenth time in my life, a connection I had hoped and wished for was not made, and my expectations were bitterly not met. And it really, really stung. But the thing is, I had absolutely no reason to have any expectations at all. Not really, anyway. I went by a co-worker's place to pick up an Ace bandage that I had lent him because my wrist had started hurting. I was totally content to pick it up at work whenever, but he'd insisted I should come pick it up that day because he "felt bad" and wanted me to have it back. So I went. On the way there, I played up the encounter in my mind. Maybe I...

Book: Three Dreams of Anne Frank Author: Rod M. Starcke Amazon:  Three Dreams of Anne Frank, $6.71 Three Dreams of Anne Frank is a short, confusing book. Anne is led through her dreams by Hans Christian Andersen, and each dream is more terrifying than the next for the young girl. In a way, Anne isn't trapped in the hideaway anymore, but her dream world doesn't transport her into a wonderful world as she hopes.

Book: In Her Closet Author: Tasha L. Harrison Amazon:  In Her Closet -- $3.99 Yves Santiago is a sex goddess. She spends every night on the town, mixing it up with Philadelphia's elite society for her newspaper column, and the rest of her nights are spent between the sheets for a sex chronicle blog online. Her life is simple and fun, despite her three jobs, outspoken family members, and the ex-boyfriend who is still hung up on her. When she gets contacted by Elijah Weinstein about a book deal based on her blog, however, Yves' world is turned upside down and she must figure out what she really wants; in life and in love. In Her Closet is a twisted romance novel. It has exciting surprises and a gripping storyline, but what made me like it the most is that the main character, Yves, is a strong, grounded, and compelling young woman who must face her dark past in order to have a bright future. If readers liked Fifty Shades of Grey, they will definitely appreciate In Her Close...

Title: Maid for the Rockstar Author: Demelza Carlton Amazon:  Maid for the Rock Star -- $13.99 Jay is a rockstar whose band is on the verge of becoming extinct. When Jay buys a hotel room for a month to recuperate and think about what his next step will be, the first thing on his mind is sex with as many different girls as possible. That is, until he meets Audra, a broke meteorology graduate just trying to get a permanent position as a maid at the hotel to make ends meet until she (hopefully) gets a job in her chosen field. The two share a battle of sexual tension and wits as they finagle slutty coworkers, hellish cops, and the broken pieces of their pasts. In the end, what they both need is someone who understands, and they may have found each other at the perfect time. Demelza Carlton spins a fantastically sexy scene in her book "Maid for the Rock Star." Her character Audra is 100% relatable as a broke single woman trying desperately to make a life for herself away fr...

I think the thing that I love the most about movies and TV shows isn't the acting, the script, or the themes, but the music that sets the tone. I can tell when something sinister is approaching. I know the exact moment two people fall in love. I feel the music in my bones. It seeps into me, fills me, and directs my feelings towards certain reactions. Because music is powerful. Music is inspirational. Music is a deeper understanding of the world than words or pictures. A beautiful landscape will stay in your mind, but a melody stays in your heart. Like your sense of smell, familiar but long-forgotten melodies can stir up memories that you may not even remember making. I don't think the crew members who provide the scores for movies are given enough appreciation. They are, after all, responsible for the emotions you feel when watching a movie. When you cry, it is because the music reminded you of something sad. When you laugh, it is because the music is light and ...

Reminiscing. It seems to be what I keep reverting to whenever I get on the computer these days. Something draws me to what happened in my past, and I don't feel right until I've investigated thoroughly. I wonder if I want to know that I'm moving forward, or if I want evidence that life does actually get better like everyone always tells you. Well, the verdict is still out on that decision, but in my travels to the past, I have managed to find a gem: A 30 Day Writing Challenge from 2011, whose last entry was a letter to my future self (aka myself right now in the present) detailing my life as it was in the exact moment I sat down to write the letter. Dear Chloe,   I'm not really sure what they want me to write about in this one. But I've had that feeling before, remember? Your last few entries have been short ones, but there really wasn't much more to say, I guess, because what you wrote really did say it all. And hey, sometimes less really is more. I f...