Ericka Woodard

Addictions of all genres run through us like bored business men and women on street corners. Alcoholics drown their sorrows in one, two, three many drinks and smokers cause chain reactions emptying packs within 24 hours. Everyone has a vice. At a time of desperation, we all need a way to escape reality…an exit. To save my own life, writing in the seclusion of my bedroom was my risqué rendezvous at the bar, my cigarette on the porch and my one-night stand that never ended. Expressing my thoughts through word-play and creative writing have proven to be a sword-fight worth watching…My readers remain at the edge of their seats.

I blog to better myself, to physically fight what challenges my happiness. Through my flurry of emotional chapters, I aim to justify those feelings that we sometimes slip under the rug and ignore, in fear that they are unacceptable. Embrace every side of yourself and love those dirty, morbid, unnecessary rants that make you who you are; because believe me, that loud lipstick is painted across a million other sets and those new stilettos that you’re rocking are stomping the streets of another city somewhere. When clothes are played out, and the new fad is the nude, your mind is all you’ll have left to set you apart. Be a trendsetter.