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I am just not motivated to write a blog post.  It’s not that I’m not writing.  Honestly, I average about four articles/posts a month for Parachute and that pleases me greatly.  So, I have to ask myself, what’s the purpose of this particular blog?  Most of the time, these days, if you have a blog then you are trying to sell something.

I’m not selling anything.  Though, it seems that if I want to become a full-time freelancer then I need to sell my services.  God, doesn’t that sound dirty?  I have neither the inclination or the temperament to go forth and network.  Yes, I understand that networking nowadays isn’t all the bad, but then I would need to step out of my shell, wouldn’t I and talk to people.

I talk to people all day long in my job.  Most of the time it is various coworkers who I am talking to but sometimes, just sometimes I am talking to someone on the verge of taking that first step to changing their lives around.  And let me tell you that first step?  It’s a doozy.  We’re asking you to trust us with helping you change your life.  Not easy.

Oh, look.  I’ve gone off topic.


Anyway, I’m still here.  Lurking.


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Holy crap.

I make no excuses.

I *have* been writing…just not here, which makes me wonder should I keep this going? Do I want to?  Do I care?  It depends on the day.  I’ll aim for three times a week and we’ll see how that goes.

Hope y’all are well and that your summer is awesome.

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From the article, “Origins of the Anger Face” by Cari Romm found in The Atlantic.  (Dear god did I get the citation and punctuation right?!)

What the fuck, Charlie?  Are you seriously going to do Nanowrimo and Nablopomo? On top of finishing the missing prompts and writing freelance articles while your mom could possibly be going through chemotherapy, and the annual audit at work?

Fuck no.

Those are my talking points, bitches.

By the way, if you haven’t guessed, cursing in this post!

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So much shit.

So much baggage.

Thoughts are swirling and I am hungry and tired.

I will be back to finish a coherent post

What the frickty-frack?

What do you mean I haven’t posted in eight days?!?


I won’t lie to you, my life has turned…strange/interesting in a bad way lately.  Oh, I’m fine, mind you.  But ask me again when I get my mom’s official is-it-cancer-or-not-diagnosis.

So, yeah.  I found out last Wednesday.  Never mind that I’m the midst of stimming for my fourth round of IVF.  Or that audits and evaluations are coming up at work. Or that life in general just keeps on ticking.

Nope.  None of that.


I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to whine or complain.  It’s all just very overwhelming.

Plus, I’ve been writing that article that finally got accepted.  Okay, so I only had to do a second rewrite and I understand that’s pretty damn good, but it’s still a bit nerve-wracking, you know?  I’ve also picked up another writing assignment that will actually pay me money.  So…writing.


Speaking of writing November is coming up and you know that brings NaNoWriMo. I’m still on the fence, quite frankly but that conman story isn’t going to write itself…so yeah, still thinking.

Hope all is well with everyone else.

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Yesh, I finish a month long writing challenge and then boom.  Nothing.

Writer’s block?  Perhaps.  More like laziness and/or stubbornness.  I mean, I’m not tamad (which is the only word that feels the best to me) or anything, it’s just that I don’t have any ideas.  I mean, I have a notebook stuffed with ideas…but really, nothing.

I was supposed to set up a writing meeting with some of my friends, but jeez, if I couldn’t get it together to at least set it up.

I don’t know.  Honestly.

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You get a list today.


  • My picture for today’s photography 101 will be up by tonight.  I just have to take the damn shot first.  But of what?  Of the snow that’s falling outside?  Of the overturned water bottle that my ass of a cat loves to knock down before peering back up at up and meowing plaintively?  I’ll come up with something.
  • My hands seem to be getting better.  The maintenance manager finally got around to attaching the keyboard tray to my desk.  To which, I’ve had to lower my chair down to be more ergonomic.  I feel even more like a hobbit now.  I haven’t been waking up with stiff fingers lately.  So, either that is helping or the PT is helping.  I’m going to say both.
  • I’m off tomorrow and Friday.  Yah!!  My husband has a stress test at 7:15 am.  Boo.
  • We have our friends from across the state coming to visit us over the weekend.  I’m not entirely sure if I’ll be able to post something over the weekend.  You’ve been warned.
  • My head is filled with snot.  *sigh*

Have a great rest of your Wednesday!