Miss Lyst's Murmurings

Oh, the ideas I've had. Let's talk. 

I see this coming from a mile away and yet can't avoid it.

Sometimes we have to go back a little to find what we've lost. 

It doesn't matter what we do, we can't slow it down.

Sometimes, we all feel like bubbles... floating and dancing away on the wind.

What can you do when your hands want to speak for you? Or is it really your own decisions you're making?

We all had to start somewhere. Blogging is nothing new... But why here? And why now?

I love my author dabbles. It's from pure literary inspiration. Here's more on NtC. 

Sometimes laughing at ourselves is the best we can do. 

Sometimes, we have to go one tiny step at a time.