I’m behind. For 2 weeks I’ve written posts after they’re due. Technically, I have not missed a day; but will catch up with one day and two posts. Nightly I’ve surfed for inspiration or handled family stuff only to be too exhausted when ideas sparked. Last night I went to bed resigned to wake up…
…you go to a coffee shop, grab a lemon bar and latte and write about the *&^%#@!! With most of my life, I am even-keeled. I dance through life, roll with it – Hakuna Matata! On occasion, a zinger gets through and under my skin. Recently a missile compromised the boundary of my personal dancing…
WHAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF CREATIVE WRITING? After staring at my keyboard for hours last night reading headlines, a few blogs, and playing too many phone games to mentally let go of my week, I went to bed. BLOCKED BIG TIME! Somehow, while sleeping, I sorted my issues and found a resolution. DIVIDE AND CONQUER!…
She opened her eyes, simmering in the silence of her dark apartment. Kicking the blankets off her ankles, the cool morning seeped into her bloodstream. The clock’s ticking jogged her memory of the calendar she must keep. As the fog lifted, the sound of water caused her to bolt up! She turned a bionic ear,…
I suffer from an ailment common for women. It strikes without warning and no vaccine exists. It causes trembling, racing hearts, sweaty palms, hysteria, weak knees and passing out. It’s Matchbox Twenty Mania! I’ve kept it under control, but tonight this Facebook post caused a flare up: Cut another song for the new Matchbox Twenty…
Numbers and I remain cordial. By accident, or my ethnicity, I usually score well on math tests. However, the more I think about numbers, the faster my head spins. I started this blog for the daily discipline to write and to live the joy discovered by breathing life into creative tidbits that I wander across,…
I boldly committed to writing 365 words a day for 365 days, and leapt onto the page, typing enthusiastically until the screeching realization about 10 days into it, that 2012 actually has 366 days! Dang it! I could write 366 words for 366 days, or write 366 words every 4th posting. Perhaps I should blaze…
Blogging rides up on my butt every night threatening to run me over and derail me. Recently back working again, I haven’t retained the mental space to prepare a prominent idea cultivated while wandered during the day – and I don’t want to blog about my work as I’d love for it to transform into…
Waking up Friday, the first thought sneering and challenging me counted “10 hours til Friday night!” Still high off the me-time from last week I counted on the zen to return once the 5 o’clock hour hit. Only one job, a short commute, and Tae Kwon Do class to carpool first. Then, I got a…
At 10pm I received a Monday Challenge (reblogged below) to do something nice for myself. Not one to turn down a dare, I felt ideas boiling immediately. Truthfully, the thought of staring at Alex O’Laughlin for 2 hours made me blush like a crushing schoolgirl but I settled for celebrating the highlights of today, and…
My son gave me a Valentine’s Day certificate for a day to do anything I want! I carefully considered my plan, sorting events into two days – with or without kids. This reflects Part I of “My Day” (I go by hours, not calendar date). Picked up before cleaners: The early morning wake up, to…
Today’s post showcased Boba Fett-ish undies that I NEED for my next running race: a leg of the 136-mile Olympic-style torch run to Comic-Con International (I’ve never been and only hope to attend once so why not?!). The evening quickly fell to the Dark Side while rushing my kids to overlapping baseball/softball practices. I tried…
