it's a convoluted mess
I have so many things I need to get done and I am not making progress on any of them. I gave myself the deadline of Christmas to get my wedding thank you cards done and everyone who gets a thank you card would get a Christmas card as well. I got the thank you cards printed. I haven’t touched them since. I don’t know how to write thank you notes. And I have terrible… Keep reading…Snowed in…
I had an odd dream one night last week that left me wondering if I could somehow use a piece of it in a story. It jabbed me in the side of the brain constantly for a few days and the next thing I knew, I had one of my “Never See the Light of Day” projects sitting in front of me. One of those story lines that is so ridiculous I would never let… Keep reading…Guess I needed something new…
Do you ever get the feeling that someone you know is expecting you to volunteer to do something for them? There is something that they’re lacking and because you supposedly “have the time” you should just up and volunteer to do it for them, without them actually asking you for it. But because actually asking you might not yield their desired results, they go about it in other ways. They drop subtle hints, make thinly… Keep reading…Subtlety…or lack thereof…
I woke up and opened my eyes, noticing it was rather bright in the bedroom, like daylight was coming in. Bob was still in bed. My mind raced. Holy crap. The alarm didn’t go off. Bob’s late. He’s going to be all stressed out. What the hell time is it? Did I really sleep all night? My pillow is all hot and bunchy. I’m about to fall off the bed. And then I looked at… Keep reading…Not that bright…
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. (Where the hell did that come from?) This brings a four-day weekend. I need this weekend. I need to see my mom and dad. I haven’t seen them in too long. This is no one’s fault but my own because I can’t get my shit together to get out the door to go see them, but I need to see them. Even if it means having to put up with spending time… Keep reading…Necessity…
Three years ago I was sitting in a Caribou across the table from a boy I’d met online. We’d been conversing online and on the phone for close to three weeks and it had finally come to our first date…face to face. We spent almost EIGHT HOURS sitting there together, talking about everything and nothing, holding hands, staring at each other and out the window, awkward and shy, and by the time we finally left… Keep reading…Three Years…