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Week 8


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September 30, 2013 · 8:16 PM

An Unexpected Weekend for a Sick Person

Friday night was beautiful. Even though I was sick and unable to breathe through my nose, I was able to write in my novel (blessed bliss), finishing that notebook and starting on the next. ๐Ÿ™‚ Ah, heaven.


But Saturday started rather distastefully. It was a blah day for the first few hours, but then I got off my bum and went out with my sis as promised (before I got sick…). Now, I’m just supposed to be along for the ride, providing company. But what happens? I end up buying out the old issues of Writer’s Digest at Half Price Books.

Then I did something I promised myself: stopped at the store for some bins to organize. Disarray hurts my creativity. ๐Ÿ™‚ But, yet again, I end up with some unexpected items. I blame my sis entirely for this though. She dragged me down the pet aisle… My baby happens to be a cat (don’t know…just happened that way). ๐Ÿ˜‰ Of course, I can’t go through that aisle without buying something for him.


So now he has a new bed, a new peeping bird toy (he loves to hear it squeal when he attacks…), and new treats. He was cute when I got home. (Once I managed to fit everything through the door.) He always greets me: sometimes soft and loving, sometimes insistent for attention, sometimes just to say ‘hey’, and sometimes to show me how miffed he is that I left him again. But this was different. He jogged up to me with wide, intense eyes. He was excited. After I gave him some love, he started sniffing the bags and containers. (Maybe he smelled the bird. The last time I got him one – since destroyed by othersย – he snuck it out of the bag with the tags on before I could show him and its squeaking gave him away. A Cat’s Christmas…) He met his new possessions with curiosity, and it wasn’t long before they were in use. ๐Ÿ™‚


I commenced with my organizing late into the evening. Lupo sprawled on his new bed for hours. And I ended the day, Lupo at my feet, reading a Writer’s Digest issue from several years ago. Those are going to be fun – even though I have read many of them previously.

Sunday I went out again with my sis – dangerous thing. I was doing a little birthday shopping for a friend; and we were supposed to pick up some concert tickets, but I had forgotten they were closed on Sunday, so I’ll have to go out again tomorrow to get those.

I haven’t been this active on a weekend in quite sometime. At least not outside my home… And especially not when I’m ill.

I had plans to get a chunk of writing done this weekend, but productivity turned in a different direction on Saturday and most of Sunday. But then comes the wee hours of the morning… ๐Ÿ™‚ I can still fit some words in. ๐Ÿ˜‰

(By the way, worst dream ever Sunday morning… I guess now I can authentically write about a character losing their entire family and narrowly escaping death. Jiminy Christmas. That’s what I get for sleeping flatย on my back…)

Here’s to a great week for everyone. ๐Ÿ™‚


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She Yelled and Called Me Names

Wow. This brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful. God is good.


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Ten Lives?


So sweet and beautiful.

In a discussion of random topics with my sister (the nutty one – oh wait, that doesn’t distinguish from them at all…), I wondered aloud at the origin of the phrase that cats have nine lives.

Why that number? Is it just that it was the 9 largest number before the double digits? (Not probable.) ๐Ÿ˜‰

Sister: Yeah. It probably just sounded better. I mean, ten lives? That sounds stupid.

She cracks me up. Hilarious. Silly. Totally unexpected. Sounded like something that would be written for crazy comedy, not real life spontaneity. But, I guess that fits her. ๐Ÿ˜€ And I guess real life is the origin of comedy anyway.

By the way, I Google’d the origin of that phrase and came up with many different hypotheses. Some of which were downers, so I decided not to pursue the matter. ๐Ÿ™‚


(In an interesting coincidence – my cat stepped across my laptop in the midst of my typing this and the number ‘9’ appeared in his wake. His paw smeared across several keys, but that was the only one to appear, and I didn’t even see his paw touch the ‘9’ key….I left it in the article as his ‘stamp’ of approval on the subject. Haha.)

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The Way It Is

English: Debrecen - McDonald's

English: Debrecen – McDonald’s (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes I wonder: Why the heck did I have to want to be a writer?

Why couldn’t I want something simple? Or something complicated but attainable?ย Why couldn’t I dream of being a teacher? Or a nurse? Or a career waitress? Or a McDonald’s employee? Something attainable through a set education? Something that has a normal-to-high chance of employment in the field upon graduation?

Why did it have to be writing and authorship?

But when I think about it… I guess I dream of being Me. I am a writer. I am a story-teller (in the modern sense of the word…not a liar). ๐Ÿ˜‰ That’s just the way it is. Would I change it? No. But, sometimes, being human, I wish I was normal. But, oftentimes, being human, I’m elated that I’m not.

So what am I going to do? Am I going to sit on my Writer’s Bumย ย and do nothing? Or am I going to sit on it and do a lot of something (writing). And so I push steadily onward. I am a writer. I am an author. And, one day, I will be a published author – even if it’s self-published and 99% of the world hates it. (It could never be 100% hated…I love myself too much for that. – Kidding!) ๐Ÿ˜€

Oh but wait, I am published – an internet-published author. Sweet! 8)



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Bad Or Mean?

Kids… Need I say more.

Two three year olds were working on a craft. One took a colored, glitter glue that the other was going to use next. This upset the first monumentally. But when he realized the other was not going to return it, he stopped his fit and settled on words.

First: You’re a bad friend.

Second: Ooh. You said a bad word.

First: Noo. It’s not a bad word. It’sย mean.

Second: No, it’s a bad word.

First: It’s mean.


Kids are always, unknowingly, providing entertainment. Silly things. ๐Ÿ™‚


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Week 7

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September 23, 2013 · 12:32 PM