Emily Howitt

Remember when I said I might write a happier  post in a few days? Well, here it is. You are enough. There are voices in your head that whisper: you are not enough . But you are enough. There are people who say to you, "you are not enough," but you are enough. There are things you think you need to do or be or say to make you enough. To make you have value and worth, but you are enough. Just as you are now, you are enough. You have value and worth now, simply by breathing. You are enough. You may think you’re not enough for life. You just can't do life right. You don't deserve the space you are taking up on this planet and maybe you were one of the people meant to die. But let me tell you, that you are enough. You are not destined to take your life. No one is. People are not made to kill themselves. They are made to live. They are made to love. You have purpose. You are enough. Maybe you don't think you're enough for God. Find a new

Decided to do the flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig's blog. You can check him out at  terribleminds . These are the last words that might ever be written. I warned them that it was coming. I warned the others. But they didn't listen. Why do they never listen? They thought it was a game. They never dreamed the law would past. They thought the club was just for fun. Something to do when they were bored. But they were wrong. So wrong. And now they've "disappeared" and it's just me Ally. It's just the two of us left to fight for the written word. For the truth. I still don't understand how this all came about. I saw it coming, sure, but why? I never saw the "why". Until yesterday. I was walking down the street. Words, written ones, anyway, were nearly eradicated by this point already, but it wasn't illegal. It wasn't a federal offence. People just thought it was archaic. They didn't need to read or write, they j

Hi. It’s me. I’ve risen from the dead. Again. *sigh* So last year around this time I wrote something about New Year's Resolutions being crap , and about starting a blog challenge  that I only followed through on to day 3.  It’s weird reading it back. It seems like a totally different person. It also seems like I was trying to say resolutions are crap while inadvertently setting resolutions and then not following through on them. In fact, all of 2016 wasn’t too great of a year for blogging. I only posted 18 times, compared to 46 in 2015. I’m also seriously worried about my skills, as I don’t think the posts are that great. But not everything we write is gold, right? And that’s how we get better. We write, and then we keep writing, and then when we think we’re the worst writer on earth, we write some more. And maybe someday it pays off. It’s when we stop writing (or doing other creative things) that we have to worry. I’ve been in a weird space lately. I was feeling happy t