Tag: writing

Midnight Baking, Love Poetry, and Not Sleeping.

It is 5:12am and I haven’t been to sleep, per say. I took a nap at about 9pm until midnight. I’ve been awake with a whirring brain since then. I think my voodoo of Selina is finally starting to come back some. I midnight baked, like the old days, and then started a new story. …

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*Cringe*

Note on the picture: I have a pink IPod like the one the pig has. I hate it with a passion. On down moments from writing, I will plot new and innovative ways to bring its destruction. So, I am in a strange position that I haven’t been in a long time. I should have …

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Small Things

On it, Bitch

I’m reading The Hunger Games again. I might read it a third time in a row. I don’t know.  I understand it is insane to read a book three times in a row, but that’s how I roll. I was feeling pretty bleak today. I was feeling “crying in the shower” bleak today. Today is …

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What I Did Last Night (Read The Hunger Games)

The cover of the book The Hunger Games

So instead of writing last night,  I sent out my first submission letter, which felt like a huge deal, even though it probably isn’t. I thought about my where to go next with my story. I also read The Hunger Games By Suzanne Collins. I consider it working, sorta. I have accidentally started reviewing things …

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Writers are whiny bitches.

Supa man

My father taught me many wonderful things and filled my childhood with strange and wondrous stories that I probably can’t go into here. If we know each other in real life, ask me about the anaconda or the princess and the eunuch. (BTW, I didn’t know what a eunuch was for many of the years …

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Rush, Rush!

Yes, I do mean to quote that Paula Abdul song that had Keanu Reeves in the video. Or, I could mean that I messed up my shoulder a bit earlier in the week and pissed it off when I exercise, so I had to lay down to let it chill out and fell into a …

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Wait, It’s Saturday?

Good afternoon, morning, night, whatever. I have entered another strange period in my life where time has no meaning, and if it weren’t for blog days and sparkpeople.com telling me what day it was, I would have no clue what day of the week, much less what date. I am pretty sure I have lost …

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Oh, Shit, I Didn’t Mean to Rant

Guinea Pig awesome

I now run my glorious writer’s hours. I wake at 1:30pm and go to sleep at 5:30am, ish. It is great for me, because I am more awake with more energy and a better mood. I am more productive and happier. It blows because so few of my hours intersect with normal people hours. I …

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The Love in My Life

Yet another Baby Corgi

First order of business today: Valentine’s Day. I think most people are expecting me to be depressed or grumpy like I have been in past years. Nope, I am thankful. Last year, I had a boyfriend and Valentine’s Day sucked worse than when I was single. If I can’t be with a man who cares …

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In Dreams

In general, I have really vivid dreams that play out like movies, or well-made video games. Most mornings I remember them and  slap myself on the forehead for being such a weirdo in my mind.  Sometimes they are fantastic and kind of cool, like the dream where I got sent to the future with a …

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