Let Me Know When It’s My Turn

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It's mildly interesting to me that the majority of people don't care how much they bitch to others. They can complain about the same thing every single day for 8-12 hours, but God forbid you want to interject with a thought. Suddenly you're "the enemy" who has interrupted the flow of kvetching. (Please refer to … Continue reading Let Me Know When It’s My Turn

This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday

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Once the heat & humidity overpowers your thoughts, the days just blend, one into the other. After a while, you find yourself occasionally double-checking the date so that you don't make an error on something that may or may not be all that important. When it doubt, check it out. How do I know that … Continue reading This Is How I Know It’s Wednesday

How To Be A Client An Editor Wants To Work With

2015-06-062015-06-06 Miss Poison Authors, Being Real, Clients, Editing, Editors, Grammar, Honesty, June, Knowledge, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Reading, Stories, Stress, Things That Enrage Me, Work, Writers, Writing Editing, Editors, Honesty, Life, Musings, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Words, Writing

Author's Note: These are all true experiences. I will never name names, but I'm not going to filter my honesty either. If something I say here offends you, then you probably don't want to be a writer. Not every client I work with is a breeze, but a small percentage are truly fabulous (One I … Continue reading How To Be A Client An Editor Wants To Work With

These Days

2015-05-022015-05-02 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Honesty, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Writing Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Life, Musings, Pain, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Survival, Writing

When you suffer from any form of chronic illness, and I can only speak from experience with Fibromyalgia/Chronic Pain, there are days when you cannot fathom getting out of bed, leave alone getting out of the house. The pain is just that great in its magnitude that functioning is taken out of the equation. You … Continue reading These Days

Holiday Weeks

2015-03-29 Miss Poison Chronic Pain, Family, Fibromyalgia, Friends, Judaism, Life, Musings, Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Stress, Thoughts, Work, Writing Easter, Holidays, Honesty, Musings, Passover, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing

It's no secret: I'm fucking exhausted. Fibromyalgia, migraines, and two hundred truckloads of stress are slowly trying to kill me. Every day, I wonder if a heart attack or a stroke will take me out. I wish I were being dramatic, but I'm not. I would really like to curl up on the floor like a … Continue reading Holiday Weeks

Am I Wearing A Sign?

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I am thisclose (that is not a typo) to killing one of my clients. If you feel like someone is professionally giving you the runaround, it's probably because they are. Though I suspect, some people are truly stupider than one can give them credit for. There aren't enough "LOLs" in the world to mask the … Continue reading Am I Wearing A Sign?

Freelance Doesn’t Mean Free

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Some days, I am utterly appalled by the audacity of others. There is a fine line between offering to help someone as a form of empowering another woman, and then dealing with the opposite side of the coin where someone wants you to do a job, but then wants you to lower your rate. When … Continue reading Freelance Doesn’t Mean Free

A Hard Week Ahead

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A Hard Week Ahead Seven years ago this week, my father passed away. He bravely battled various forms of cancer for 15 years. Eight years “clear”, cancer resurfaced. It continued to be a battle on and off for the remainder of his life, which ended at age 63. Way too young. From year-to-year, I have … Continue reading A Hard Week Ahead

Sick & Tired

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I am sick & tired. Mostly of being both of the aforementioned. Because I have Fibromyalgia, my body responds differently to the weather and a lot of other external things that I, personally, cannot control. I have heightened senses, so a lot of smells make me sick and I often have to retreat to my … Continue reading Sick & Tired

Next Time You’re Stressed

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A good reminder for us all. I'm still livid, even after sleeping on it. I think I need a few days to focus on my own life and try to feel better before I can deal with any more bullshit.