OMG! I get it! Wow! Maybe you’ve been confused too. But a certain big super duper NYTimes Best Selling Trilogy left me shaking my head and wondering if women everywhere had lost their fool minds.
A huge shout out and thank you to Kristen Lamb, for opening my eyes. I now understand something that has bugged me for the last year. No, women haven’t lost their minds. We’re just tired.
I’ve re-posted her blog for all to enjoy. When I grow up to a full-fledged writer I want to be just like Kristen.
We’ve been rather serious this week discussing the business side of the writing business. Today, we’re going to take off on a bizarre tangent another topic, namely because I haven’t slept in days and why put all this insomnia to waste?
I feel a lot like That 70s Show, the episode when the group decided to record all the “brilliant” ideas they got when they were stoned in the basement. Ideas that later…?
…yeah.
Some of my ideas (concocted at 4:00 a.m.) seemed sheer genius at the time when I was held fast in the grip of sleep-deprivation. Then later? Upon reflection, they were completely asinine didn’t make the cut. Namely my idea for a 24 hour manicure-pedicure spa, for people like me who COULDN’T GET TO SLEEP.
At least we could get our toes done :D.
Then, I decided that when I made it big, the car of…
Are you ready for the heat to break? For your kids to start school? I don’t know where you live, but here in Dallas it’s been a long hot summer and everyone’s been a bit grumpy. So a big thanks to my sister and her friends for her post. The laugh did me good. Enjoy.
We’ve all heard the warning, check and double-checkspelling, punctuation, and grammar before submitting a piece for publication, but … what can I say, mistakes happen to the best of us.
If you’ve made a mistake recently, relax. Laughing at one’s self is a sign of maturity, or in some cases, getting ahead of the other guy.
"If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I would be happy to do it for you."
Groucho MarxCLICK TO TWEET
So, kick back and have a good, old-fashioned belly laugh. It’s good for your health and good for the soul. As demonstrated by these wonderful church ladies with typewriters.
“First comes love then comes marriage, then comes…” Can you remember the taunting nursery rhyme? Aimed at teasing a sibling, friend or maybe at ourselves at that first crush.
Then the real thing hits, love blooms and if you were like me the world had no limits. Oh to be that young again.
The sixties and seventies were magical. The world seemed to be exploding with opportunities. Young and in love we left family and friends far behind for a better life. We would be different, we would not become our parents. Our children would be exposed to all the differences and the wonders we could provide. After all we had a car, and steady paycheck from Uncle Sam. My new husband just had to avoid getting shot at a few more months. After the birth of our first child we left Uncle Sam and New England for the warmth of the South.
I worked hard to become the hippest/hottest new Mom on the block. Dr. Spock was all the rage and with the help of Dr. Joyce Brothers and saran wrap things were hopping at our house. But like many stay at home moms with two kids, a hard-working husband and various pets I became bored with the Desperate Housewife way of life. I needed more.
Along came a cause in the form of religion; Tammy Faye and Jim Bakker. Unless you lived underground you know I’m talking about the 700 Club in Charlotte, N.C. I fell hook line and sinker, found God, and set out to save the world. Soon my family and I were involved in the Assemblies of God and later an independent church that led us to Houston, TX.
We lived and worked in Houston for many years. As all things go in cycles, so did religion. Suffice it to say, our eyes were opened and our hearts broken. Along with a lot of folks we lost everything but each other.
Soon our path led us to Dallas where we’ve built a wonderful life and watched our kids become beautiful adults. Today I thought of an old Frank Sinatra song. Where the lyrics say something about being a puppet, a pauper, a poet, a something a other… Then goes on with… “That’s life.”
My life isn’t what I thought it would be, but I’m not sure how many people can say their life is going exactly as planned.
I set out to set the world afire, it doesn’t need to be ablaze.
I set out to change the world, it’s not a one person job.
I set out to make a difference, I think we all make a difference one way or another.
So here I sit attempting to do something for myself, write. I’ve dabbled at it off and on the last couple of years, as time permitted. Writing is a dream I’ve resurrected from my childhood. This is for me. I hope one day I’ll enjoy reading what I’ve written, as will others.
If not oh well, “That’s Life.”
So when my writing gets off course, like life, and I’m sure it will. I’ll pick myself up, read a good book, dust off my keyboard and try again. If you too need a little encouragement, check out some of the books/blogs below and get back in the race.
I’m talking about putting your thoughts and feelings down in 6 words. Not five or seven but just six. Not easy. See if you can guess my frustration today. This is what I submitted to SixWordStories.net
6 a sponge. 60 a sieve.
Check out the website for inspiration and submit your own.
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