EdgeofGloria

WANE.com first reported on this story. I think it's both funny and horrifying. People are talking about it, but I don't remember the uproar when Obama was hung in effigy. People are freaking out because kids are walking to school seeing this. Since it's Black History Month, I would take this opportunity for the parents of these kids to talk about slavery, and Jim Crow Laws, and lynching of people who don't have the same skin color as you do. Then, the parents can talk about fascism, and "freedom of speech" and how even though some people say stuff you may not like, they are allowed to say it. They could also talk about diplomacy and discretion, and how saying what's on your mind isn't always the best thing to do. The guy who lives here obviously doesn't give a shit, as he's armed. I admire his balls though. I just wonder how well his views would go over in the 04, as opposed to the 07. I won't mention the guy's address, but let'...

Yoga helps me shit better.

Chapter Three             I fought with the late afternoon traffic while making my way from the south side of Fort Wayne to the north, where 24/7 Fitness was located. In a few miles, I could get onto I-69 and zip up to Dupont Road.             But crawling along during the rush hour on Spy Run Avenue, which followed the same curve as the Saint Joseph river, made me think about what was going on in my life. Trevor and Blake. Two total opposites. The honeymoon period had worn off with Trevor. I felt like I was still working on our relationship, while he wasn’t. I wanted some romance, and I hated that I had to initiate date night, and pay for it. True, I did make more money, but couldn’t he have saved a few bucks each week for a once-every-six-weeks-adventure outside of his house? All through the dinner and the movie, Trevor would sit silently, as if enduring the tedious ...

Here's chapter two. I pitched the novel as Bridget Jones's Diary meets Fifty Shades of Grey.   Feedback, PLEASE! Gloria Diaz/ Spanked! Chapter Two             Despite Blake’s request to come back soon, it had been weeks since I’d been to the gym. I felt guilty about it, but then again, work was hell. Being a delivery driver for High’s was easily the worst job in the store. And driving was the smallest part of the position. In my previous truck driving job, I’d watch customer service associates unload the pallets from my trailer, but not at High’s. There was no such thing as “no-touch freight” here. Frequently, I got lip from customers who felt that it was a man who should be doing the job and not me, but I took it as a point of pride that I would probably be the first and only female delivery driver at the store with a Class A CDL. I could drive both the box truck and the flatbed, while only one ot...

Okay, so I'm going to upload the chapters of Spanked!,  my master's thesis in chronological order for a change. For you beta readers, I'm looking to improve tension. My director said it wasn't funny and didn't make her want to read more, so I'm wanting to pump that up. You Lit/Linguistics/Rhet-comp people, I want the same thing, but more: I want to know if the setting makes you feel you are in Fort Wayne, that there is enough detail, what you do like, what you don't like, grammar mistakes, unclear passages, yadda, yadda, yadda. There are eight chapters. I just need 100 pages for the thesis, but I'd like to get the novel done before I graduate. The thesis is due before March. Here's chapter one of Spanked! Have at it! Gloria Diaz/ Spanked! Chapter One “For God’s sake!” I looked at myself sideways in the mirror. I looked like I swallowed a watermelon. My belly was as round as my butt. What the hell, at least they were proportional. But s...

When sleep is not an escape, where do you go?

Here's the next chapter in my novel. Tell me what you think! Chapter Three             I fought with the late afternoon traffic while making my way from the south side of Fort Wayne to the north, where 24/7 Fitness was located. In a few miles, I could get onto I-69 and zip up to Dupont Road.             But crawling along during the rush hour on Spy Run Avenue, which followed the same curve as the Saint Joseph river, made me think about what was going on in my life. Trevor and Blake. Two total opposites. The honeymoon period had worn off with Trevor. I felt like I was still working on our relationship, while he wasn’t. I wanted some romance, and I hated that I had to initiate date night, and pay for it. True, I did make more money, but couldn’t he have saved a few bucks each week for a once-every-six-weeks-adventure outside of his house? All through the dinner and th...