writerslife – Ana P. Rose

August 2, 2019Ana P. RoseLeave a Comment

Editing My 1st Book, A Psychological Fantasy.

July 28, 2019July 28, 2019Ana P. Rose4 Comments

A Lover’s Gaze at Midday

July 16, 2019July 18, 2019Ana P. RoseLeave a Comment

It’s Okay to Cry: A Short Story

July 11, 2019July 13, 2019Ana P. Rose3 Comments

There’s Something I Want To Say

July 1, 2019Ana P. Rose17 Comments

Life’s Traffic Jam

April 3, 2019April 3, 2019Ana P. Rose4 Comments

To My Burial, Don’t Bring Me A Bouquet of Beautiful Roses

February 26, 2019Ana P. Rose4 Comments

Hi, I'm Ana. I was born in East Los Angeles, California. My parents are immigrant refugees from Guatemala. I have a total of 4 siblings, of whom I am the oldest, three girls, one boy. They're all business mindset--they claim at least. But we all have a creative side and love the arts. I love to write lyrics, free verse poetry, and short stories. I don't consider myself a poet. But I do consider myself a writer. I know, odd. I am currently writing a speculative fiction book, and I have less than 40,000 words to finish, and then enter the editing process. Authors, I love? Flannery O'Connor, Mary Shelly, Franz Kafka, William Shakespeare, and many others. My favorite books are Frankenstein, The Scarlet Letter, and the Bible. Other things I love: coffee, soccer (or European football), music, playing the guitar (I'm a complete amateur). I enjoy putting music together using loops on Garage Band, and I put my videos together using Video Manager on my PC for my Youtube channel. I'm an introvert, but I can be a chatty introvert. I laugh a lot but still like to reflect. I'm a spiritual person who believes in God, Jesus Christ. But I am far from perfect of course. All rights reserved © anaprose.com 2019

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Editing My 1st Book, A Psychological Fantasy.

A Lover’s Gaze at Midday

It’s Okay to Cry: A Short Story

Did Eros Shoot ME?

There’s Something I Want To Say

Burn the Witch

The Other “Me?”

Life’s Traffic Jam

To My Burial, Don’t Bring Me A Bouquet of Beautiful Roses

Enough, I said, Enough