Melissa Ingoldsby
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How Vocal helped me publish my first books
Vocal has always been a powerful platform for me, as it helped me to understand my voice and how it has shaped my own perspective on life and the journey that has led me here with my writing. I had written a piece as well on gender perspectives, and this helped me to see that in my earlier narratives, I was consistently penning in first person, male perspective and that was something I did inherently. That was a big part of my author’s voice.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Motivation
Dysphoria part four
It has now been a two full months of being, I’d say, best friends with Shrignold and we have been seeing each other practically every weekend and after our jobs or duties are done, we call one another or see each other for dinner. He’s seen my place many times for dinner and just to hang out, but I have never been to his place yet. We did not bring up the subject of the special one again since that day, but it was a subject that I didn’t want to hear about anymore anyway. I just wanted to be with my best friend, and have fun with him.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Dysphoria part three
Shrignold gives me a sampling of some of his large plates, and we laugh and have a great meal together. It is the best night of my life and I don’t want it to end. I can tell he doesn’t want it to end either because I already paid the bill(I offered and he graciously accepted), and we are just drinking coffee and talking, and I’m still thinking of when he touched my hand.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Dysphoria
Another grueling day working at the never-ending grindstone, and I accomplished absolutely nothing. I didn’t teach that group of friends… or were they a family?….anything about how to treat one another better. They ended up just talking trash about how I looked and making me feel awful. Of course, I tried my damnedest to not let them know this, but they were very good at insulting me, down to my “rat eyes,” and their “hard to pin down” dislike of me in general. I go home to an empty house and an empty bed and an empty heart.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
