Putting the fun back in dysfunctional.
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I have a new doctor. It’s a big deal because I live in a town where there are no doctors.
So I was filling out the questionnaire. And here are the ways I would have liked to fill out some of the questions.
Birth date: Old enough to know better, young enough to try again if the first time was fun.
Previous or current conditions: slight moments of sanity while I try to keep the kids happy and fed, the house chaos to a minimum and find time to fulfill my goals in life. Also, stress.
Do you drink alcohol? See above.
How much? Not as much as I’d like to, I try to keep it to special occasions. Weekends are special occasions right?
How often do you exercise? I have a two year old, who needs to exercise, just follow him around keeping him from harming himself and cleaning up his mess. Also sometimes I walk the dog, but it’s really freaking cold out.
Hobbies and activities? (Left it blank because I assume they meant physical ones). I thought about saying “I spend my spare time getting older daughter to her activities, cleaning house and preparing nutritious yet appetizing meals for my family. What do you do in your spare time? sometimes I crochet, had to stop knitting, kids kept trying to poke each other with the needles”.
Heart attack: Grandfather? Maybe.
Mental illness: Where should I start? My family is dysfunctional, but I think it’s pretty average unbalanced issues. Nothing requiring medication or hospitalization.
Previous Surgery: they took out the optional pieces: tonsils as child, appendix as a young adult, closed up my uterine access to my fallopian tubes.
well next week I’ll have a fun story to tell you all about how my son had to have four teeth removed at age 2.
I’m trying to just stick with the free stock photography place stock xchng. Here’s my profile: http://www.sxc.hu/profile/asraidevin
Which you cant’ really see anything at since I don’t really have pictures worth sharing. Light boxes appear to be private.
Anyway, a group I belong to ended up discussing, among other things, being addicted to covers and /or stockphotography. Some people even said they would find pictures they loved and try to write a story for the cover.
Not sure I could do that. Though I did find this picture: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/1094532 who made me think of Zack who may or may not be my new hero. I’m working out some kinks with Zack’s plot line. (Which reminds me, if you see me on Twitter ask me if I have been doing my morning pages).
Where was I? Got distracted by the pretty.
I just think up random words to search: passion, love, kiss, rain, hockey, paper. Whatever strikes my fancy. And then I save pictures to my lightbox and then later I look through them and wonder why I saved some of the things I did, then I delete them.
What pictures do you like? What words would you search?
ps. happy birthday to my high school crush. yes I remember things like that!
If you fit in a group, there is a tumblr for you.
Mine is short people problems. I am 5 feet 2 and a half inches tall. That is 157 and a half centimetres tall.
When you are this tall, those half inches count A LOT.
Most of my shoes are size 5. Except my boots had to be a 7. Which was really funny because my son wears a 7 in shoes and I had to buy him a 5 in boots.
Anyway, I am small.
I learned to hem this week from Pinterest with the original hem. Search it!
I used to be an educational assistant in a grade 5/6 class. The girls were all hitting their growth spurts, and they all loved to come up to me and say “I’m taller than you Mrs. Devin.”
really? I hadn’t noticed. There were days I was afraid Administration would come into the room and wonder where the teacher was. *sigh*
What is your “problem”?
I was thinking about What Ifs and writing from last week.
Writing is about examining the what ifs. We see a situation and add a what if … spin and come up with an original idea.
Or we find a character we love and throw her into a situation and ask what does she need to grow and change, and what force would be the one to force her outside her comfort zone.
It’s part of why I wrote Colors of the Rain. I once went to visit a boy who I thought was the love of my life. He turned out to be terrified once he had gotten what he wanted, me to love him and sleep with him, and I spent two weeks in hell with him. I imagined while I was wandering around some town in South Dakota, can’t recall the name, anyway, I imagined just disappearing. What would it be like? And that question haunted me for years. Until I wrote that story, then it went away.
What ideas do you have that you’d like to explore? Would you, could you explore them through writing, through photography or another form of art?
I know it’s pop. I know it’s a boy band. But I am in love with the song.
Alright confession. I love the video as well.
Totally hot when he kisses her and she’s totally into it and then he grabs the key, winks at her and takes off.
Also it makes me think of Gabriel, who is the hero of the book I am working on.
What can I say about Gabe? He’s self-assured, he’s sweet, he’s generous, but he has some moments of imperfection. He screwed it up with Shanna five years ago, and she’s not too willing to let him have a second try to break her heart.
I think if I watch this a few more times Nathan Sykes MAY invade my dreams. I’m attracted and repelled at the same time.
I keep imagining …
wearing a garter belt, thigh high stockings
long fingers stroking the soft skin exposed just above the stockings
gentle teasing fingers, touching
soft kisses, long kisses, wet kisses, seeking tongue, nipping teeth, soft lips,
gentle murmurs with romance “so beautiful”, “so sexy”, “can’t wait to touch, to taste, to see”
beach vacation, warm sands, hot nights, revealing clothing
of love, of lovers, of first times and next times and every time,
of young love, mature love,
uncontrolled lust and falling, falling, falling for you.