VS
Author Victoria Sawyer
Bring Me To Life
New novel coming soon!
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My Body is a Polluted Bombed Out Wasteland
So as you might know, I’ve been on meds (Zoloft for anxiety/panic attacks) for about a year and a half. Prior to this med-circus I’m partaking in now, I had been off meds for 3.5 years. And before that I was on them for about 8 years and prior to that I was medication free…
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Sexy Canning = Botulism
Mr. VS and I were quite domesticated (like badly behaved pets) this fall and we tried some canning from the bounty of the land, i.e. our garden. BTW…we totally have a farm or something minus any animals except cats – cat farm? Our farm has no name currently but it could be called Poison Ivy…
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Forget the Lifetime Failure Tally: Look Ahead
I’ve now officially (you heard it here) been informed, through an article online that I cannot find again (did it really exist??) that I should be looking toward the future and not at the past. Mr. VS also recently told me that millionaires and highly successful people refuse to see failure and instead are always…
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Broken, The Internet Is
So there are some people out there that think they are going to break the internet with their ass. These ‘people’ shall remain nameless since I can’t stand to toot their horn more than it has already been tooted by everyone else on the planet. However, I do have a few things to say on…
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A Case of “the Uglies” with Mincing and Ogling
Yesterday I had a mean case of the uglies. It’s sort of like the “mondays” but it’s the uglies instead. I don’t mean, I was ugly, as in I was horrible to be around or my mood was hideous or anything like that. What I mean is that I felt…hideous, physically. Yes, yesterday I was…
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Your Viewing Pleasure – Leslie Hall- Body Rolls
Mr. VS makes fun of me for liking this, however even he had this song stuck in his head after I forced him to view it…. I’ve even been viewing this in the morning to start my day off right. For some reason I find this song to be motivating. It reminds me of Napoleon…
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A Slip and Fall on Snow and Ice
Sometimes I can be really graceful, much like a figure skater floating and gliding over the ice in a blowy sea green monstrosity. Can you imagine it now, as I ran to my car on a rainy night that was unfortunately hiding nasty tricksy invisible ice? It was a glory to be seen! The judges…
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I’m Stressing You Out
Occasionally I check Goodreads to see what people think of Angst. I’ll tell you, it’s hard sometimes to see that someone rated your book as 2 stars when you feel like you’ve poured out your heart and soul, exposing your inner feelings and essentially how crazy you are, especially when you’re not sure why they…
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Swim Away into Oblivion
My never ending lament To escape this jail cell A heavy chain hangs about my neck Dragging me down to the depths of the dark sea Pressure against my lungs, collapse Sinking Sinking Struggle, panic, I want out To cut the chains I must breathe But I can’t! I can’t! Sucking in dirty water Choking,…
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What Every Writer Wants
Every writer wants to be heard. Wants their ideas, emotions, worlds to be ingested, inhaled by readers. We want readers to live in our world, the one we created, the one that is us, even if it isn’t. And words, words are my friends. They are how I communicate, they are how I express who…
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Until You See The Holes Cut Out Of Heaven
I awoke to the sounds of the alarm Blaring, screaming, Wake up, get up, get your lazy ass up Immediately, start the day, start it up Rev it high and then change gears Smoothly first to second, The engine bucks and you jerk Forward The hot water gasps and sputters Time to start the race…
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As You Slowly Light Your Never Ending Cigarette
I’ve got a few posts in my head right now and even a few drafts here on WordPress, but for some reason I can’t seem to decide what to write. Definitely content creation FAIL. I’m thinking about writing styles, about Pinterest, about my book, about self-criticism, about so many different things. Even about poems and…
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This Season of USA is Lit!
These writers on this season of the USA are doing a bang up job keeping us on the edge of our seats! Let’s just hope they’re not like the writers for LOST! Buckle up for some existential rambling DREAD below! (Don’t worry, it’s…
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The Happy Forgotten Place Where Plastic Lives: The Landfill
Remember that place the so-called Landfill? I know you’re like…”What? No? What place? I don’t recall anything like that.” (All said while avoiding eye contact). Well, I’m here to point your attention in the direction of your local landfill, filled not with LAND…
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This is Why We’re All Overweight
I’ve done a little thinking on the topic and I’ve come up with several reason why we’re all overweight and continue to gain the old lbs. The equation looks something like this: unhappiness + depression + meaninglessness + boredom + our modern culture…
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Germ-O-Phobe
I’m a certified Germ-o-phobe and I will proclaim and admit all you like. What I’ve realized recently about being a Germ-o is that it’s not really about the germs at all, it’s about my brain. I have to be a Germ-o to satisfy my brain, to basically convince my brain to keep quiet and stay…
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World of Horrors! (Pre-technology)
Did you know that approximately 15 to 20 years ago we didn’t have the technology that we have today? Is it stupid to ask that question? (A: YES!) I feel like I was born at a unique time in modern history because I lived without technology and now I’ve evolved as technology has evolved. For all you youngsters…
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Turn Noun for Bacon
We’re trying out a little experiment for a friend of mine, Jessie of Jessie Janelle Reyna, called Turn Noun For What. It’s basically where a bunch of bloggers create a blog post on command about a certain noun. Today’s word bomb of the day, children, is: Bacon. What can one really say about Bacon? It’s…
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My Short Term Memory is Shot
Lately, my short term memory has been failing at life. It’s taken a nice long vacation and has not returned. It’s getting scary you guys. I used to be so on top of things and now I’m a sad shell of the woman I used to be. Guys, thoughts will appear and then they disappear…
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The “Feeling Hellish” Fairy
I was driving home from work the other day when I started thinking about how shitty I’ve been feeling lately. And whenever I think about how shitty I feel, I think about how I want to “gift” that shitty feeling onto someone else. Like, here ya go, feel how I’m feeling. How does that terrible…
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Small Cat Diary
Mr. VS and I have been watching a show on Netflix entitled Big Cat Diary. It’s a BBC show with a few Brits who travel to Africa and film big cats doing their thang. I.e. hunting, killing shit, having adorbs kittens/cubs, murdering gazelles, fighting among themselves etc. It’s pretty good. But it makes me want…
Angst Anarchy 