Topic: Post-Its.
Random updates, general remarks, or asides. They don't have to be at all relevant.
Random updates, general remarks, or asides. They don't have to be at all relevant.
I've not written prose since the last short story competition on this site. You must have your muse.
I'm jealous. It is glorious to be in full flow, in the groove, writing for the exhilaration of it. I want to get back there!
I haven't had my muse in a LONG TIME. When I'm in school writing papers and studying every second, there seems to be nothing creative left in me -- and if there were, I'd have no time to capture it. I was afraid it had died! But it's definitely still in me.
I've started doing yoga. Apparently my breath is made out of moonlight, and so is my life. (According to the yoga person.)
I had no idea.
It's 90 degrees in Atlanta today, and the humidity is through the roof. My hair was so big this morning I felt it only right to apologize to the room in general when I entered. I just GOT it cut: sincerely, it's still rising three inches high. Mad.
... as a hatter head!
The best conversation I had all week was with the dog. That he is both deaf and nearly blind helped tremendously. I felt he understood my point completely. And is that we all want? To be understood. And chocolate. I do want chocolate...and air conditioning.
I've started doing yoga. Apparently my breath is made out of moonlight, and so is my life. (According to the yoga person.)
I had no idea.
I've started doing yogurt. My breath is made of sour milk with a fruit coulis zest.
If people were dogs...
corra?
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/23 … 4fcb70.jpg
Tirzah?
http://www.magic4walls.com/wp-content/u … -photo.jpg
This might be me...
If people were dogs...
corra?
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/23 … 4fcb70.jpgTirzah?
http://www.magic4walls.com/wp-content/u … -photo.jpgThis might be me...
I'm more of a:
http://dailypicksandflicks.com/wp-conte … ng-dog.jpg
Tirzah
I see Cora as more of an active go sort of dog.
http://www.50-best.com/images/cute_dog_ … zy_dog.jpg
Pretty but full of bounce. Cora
And Dill...your pick misses you 'style'.
https://images.search.yahoo.com/yhs/sea … tion=click DILL
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I've started doing yogurt. My breath is made of sour milk with a fruit coulis zest.
Just like a dog!!
I see Cora as more of an active go sort of dog.
http://www.50-best.com/images/cute_dog_ … zy_dog.jpg
Pretty but full of bounce.Cora
Aw! xx
My younger daughter, Holly, the one who re-christened herself ‘Holz’ aged 6-years, is now 18 years old. She is a bubbly, lanky ball of fun; a riotous confusion of teenage emotions and passions.
Whilst queuing to see Justin Bieber and Rhianna perform at the ‘V’ Music festival last weekend, and ‘out of the blue,’ she suffered an instantaneous spasm, lost her vision, vomited and passed-out.
Putting it down to anticipation, sheer excitement, poor diet and the heat, she recovered in time for the performances and didn’t inform her parents of the incident.
On Tuesday during a shift at work in Costas Coffee (like a UK version of Starbucks), she suddenly went blind and passed out.
She was evacuated to hospital and transferred to an emergency neurology unit.
This time her parents knew about it.
The thing is, that my Father-in-law, Holz’s grandad, died aged 60 due to an aggressive and inoperable brain tumour. He died as Holly was being born. He lived with us during his decline for as long as was possible, and his initial symptoms? Well, ‘out of the blue,’ he’d suffer instantaneous spasms, lose his vision, vomit and pass-out.
If I develop my writing skills from now to the end of my days, I’ll never be able to adequately express the anxiety, fear, anguish and sheer terror that I experienced as I drove half the length of the UK within four hours to reach her bedside.
By the time I arrived she’d been blood-tested and CRT-Scanned and tested from head to foot and If I develop my writing skills from now to the end of my days, I’ll never be able to adequately express the sheer joy and euphoric happiness that flooded my soul to find that all tests were negative; white blood cell count = normal, MRI CT Scan shows nothing abnormal… nothing nasty is obvious anywhere. Checked and re-checked.
From the plumbing depths of desperation to riding the peak of euphoric happiness within five hours.
The roller-coaster. The gallows drop. A blip. A shock. A rude awakening.
‘I don’t need days like that,’ I thought on Tuesday night. By Thursday night I know that I do need days like that. It takes a day like that in order to know what you have and what you might lose.
I’m going to be a much better father, this day forward.
Dill Carver wrote:I've started doing yogurt. My breath is made of sour milk with a fruit coulis zest.
Just like a dog!!
‘I don’t need days like that,’ I thought on Tuesday night. By Thursday night I know that I do need days like that. It takes a day like that in order to know what you have and what you might lose.
Oh, my goodness, Dill. I'm so sorry to hear this, but so glad that the tests came back all negative. Were they able to say what happened?
Sending so many, many hugs to Holly, and you & your family. xx
(Please pardon me for a rather flippant post in our other forum -- Say the First Word. I wrote there before I saw this.)
Oh, my goodness, Dill. I'm so sorry to hear this, but so glad that the tests came back all negative. Were they able to say what happened?
Sending so many, many hugs to Holly, and you & your family. xx
(Please pardon me for a rather flippant post in our other forum -- Say the First Word. I wrote there before I saw this.)
Thanks for the concern corra. I think that we all over-reacted, given our previous experience. Holz is being checked-out, has further apointments, but our biggest and worst fears have been confounded.
Flippant posts are the best. Always. x
(Especially the cryptic flippant post )
Sending every good thought, F. You and yours have been strongly on my mind today.
(I think a cryptic flippant post can only be improved by Latin.) xox
I'm listening to the soundtrack of Little Women. IT IS TRUE. I love it.
I'm writing a story in French for one of my classes. Yesterday I started plotting the tale with my group. I completely forgot the time while we were weaving our little tale! I wish I had time for other creative writing...
Weird phobias? Trypophobia! I've always been absolutely repulsed by pictures like the one on that page (linked.) I never knew it was an actual thing. My sister just sent me the link. It's a real phobia!
For years my family has teased me about my fear of nooks and crannies. I seriously shuddered when I saw that picture, before I read the rest. Must be some kind of cavewoman thing buried in my DNA!
I just wrote two pages. I have no idea why. I have midterms coming up. I'm supposed to be studying. I was reading, and suddenly I got up as if my body has a will of its own (it does) and I just started writing. I don't even know what it is. A story! A novel? So weird how it just suddenly appears, and then you must.
Noteworthy or not? We shall see.
Coming soon... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDDQ9CSdMfM
Eh?
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/epi … e-sisters/
I'm not sure if you can see that in the UK. I can never access a UK film site.
It's a movie about the Bronte sisters!! I'm there tonight. x
Eh?
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/epi … e-sisters/
I'm not sure if you can see that in the UK. I can never access a UK film site.
It's a movie about the Bronte sisters!! I'm there tonight. x
I quite enjoyed this! Although it was difficult to hear them speaking sometimes. Apparently in the Victorian era it was quite the thing to mumble. And then shout. And then mumble. The volume key got a workout.