Sometimes Only…

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This week, it appears to be my greatest listener and fan.

Writing Means…

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Writing Means Writing truly means different things to different people. As I approach my 28th year as a writer, which feels like “just yesterday”, I find myself very introspective about the beginning, middle, and present day. It’s hard to believe I was ever this quiet, small, shy, introverted child that wasn’t highly talkative. I only … Continue reading Writing Means…

I Can Shake Off Everything…

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Imagination Is Like A…

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“Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.” —Philip José Farmer

The Four Letter Word Of Winter

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S-N-O-W. The original forecast was for "a little snow" this coming Wednesday. However, yesterday afternoon this somehow changed and now up to two feet is supposed to take a dump on my local area. I'm thrilled in all sorts of ways. <rolls eyes> This is the last thing I want to be dealing with, but … Continue reading The Four Letter Word Of Winter

Break, Not Broken

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Break, Not Broken I came into this world intolerant of fake people, lies, and bullshit. This has only become more pronounced as I’ve gotten older. There are actual photos of me as a baby, newly home from the hospital, and the expression on my face is priceless. I know exactly what I was thinking in … Continue reading Break, Not Broken

Thank Goddess It’s Friday!

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What a horrific week. I am not sorry to move into the weekend, not even with 4-7 inches of snow currently predicted between tonight and tomorrow. There hasn't been much snow to speak of this winter. Yes, for that I should be grateful, and I am, but I do like a few inches on the … Continue reading Thank Goddess It’s Friday!

Now Please, GO FUCK YOURSELF

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I heard back from Facebook this afternoon. I apologize to anyone that followed the Poison In Lethal Doses page or that had me as a friend via the site (you still have me as a friend, and you should know how to find me via phone if we're really close, or e-mail.). I want everyone … Continue reading Now Please, GO FUCK YOURSELF

You Don’t Want A Writer On Your Bad Side

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I have just spent nearly seven hours trying to prove to Facebook that I'm a REAL person and not a computer in India. No, I am not kidding about that last part. This is one of those ridiculous problems people have been dealing with for several years now with this crap-ass version of social media … Continue reading You Don’t Want A Writer On Your Bad Side

The Truth Is…

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I am sick of it all. I am exhausted beyond measure. I feel emotionally shredded. I'm tired of people trying to emulate me. I realize they lack vision, manners, and basic common sense. No matter what people say, we're not all "born with it". Fibromyalgia pain is gutting me. There are too many days I … Continue reading The Truth Is…