Category Archives: Writing

Back in the saddle

October 1, 2015 10:32 PM ⋅ Leave a Comment ⋅

So I am currently reading Furiously Happy by the Bloggess. In it, near the beginning (as I am trying to savor it), she writes about being unique. I’ve never desired to be unique per se, in fact, at times, I have endeavored to be the exact opposite, one of the guys, etc.

However, Jenny makes a good point, and I’m not just saying that because I’m a Jenny too. Be random, be the most random. And that fits me much better.

I want to blog more. I want to journal more. I want to write more. But with a one year old, it’s hard. With Hashimoto’s thyroiditis, it’s hard. With depression, it’s hard. With back pain, it’s hard. But I need to do it, so here I am. I’m trying. Want to come along with me? It won’t always be fun, but it’ll be one hell of a ride.

To start, I am going to finish Rachel’s birth story. I have most of it written already, it just needs some… finesse.

So, until next time… be random.

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Hope This Helps

April 27, 2013 1:09 PM ⋅ Leave a Comment ⋅

I find this phrase one of the most offensive (one of many) I hear or see on a regular basis, especially used by disingenuous and/or stupid internet folk. Here’s a typical scene for this phrase’s usage:

User1: Hi, I need to know XYZ.
User2: Hi, X and Y, plus Z because “go to hell”
User1: Thanks!
User3: User2, you’re so totally wrong because “apes are monkeys”
User4: Here’s what I found on the internets (provides link). Hope this helps!
(User4 is ignored for the rest of the conversation because info is irrelevant and non-useful).

Example: http://forums.gardenweb.com/forums/load/weeds/msg0415410828549.html

“Hope this helps” comments are usually posted by two kinds of people:
-People who actually believe that their comment/link/opinion is true and will instantly stop any argument about said topic.
-People who are trolling.

I hate this phrase so much that I actively want to slap people who use it. Do you really hope this will help? Or are you saying that because you are just passively/aggressively dropping a comment in an argument that you actually care about but don’t want to really get involved in? Or do you really believe that this throw-away, dropped here comment will actually help? Are you so sure of your comment that you only need the drive-by “hope this helps” as a sort of hat-tip to the peons as you go through life?

In short, I hope this post helps you not sound like the arrogant jerkwad you may not be, even though you sound like it.

Posted in: Writing

Getting Back on Track

January 6, 2013 7:33 PM ⋅ Leave a Comment ⋅

Though I’m still heavily entrenched in my grief, it’s time to at least attempt to get my life back on track. I can’t stay stopped here, even though I long to stay or even go back in time. That’s not possible, and there are other people that I have to think and care about. It is for them that I push on.

I wrote a poem for the first time in months last night. No one besides my husband may ever read it, but it matters that I’ve done it. I’ve broken through… something.

At any rate, time marches on.

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Posted in: Health, the week in review, Writing

Remember, remember…

November 15, 2012 9:26 PM ⋅ Leave a Comment ⋅

November is normally a very quick month for me. Ever since 2004, I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo. And I’ve completed it every year from 2004 through 2010. (Last year, I started, but due to the decision to have back surgery, I had to quit because I had a lot of things to get ready for my December surgery). This year, I had a vague idea but was going to give it a try anyway. I had some notes saved and some thoughts cooking.

And then my mother died.

I am adrift right now. I can’t write anything creative. I’m only forcing myself to write about my feelings because that’s the only way I can put together a coherent string of sentences and feelings.

Mom loved that I did NaNo. She constantly encouraged me and I was always happy to let her read my unedited work. Mom was so widely read that it delighted me to talk with her about my stories and how to make them better.

She was also very creative. I had asked her, about the time she came home from the nursing home rehabilitation, to teach me how to make patterns, because I had some ideas that needed to come out. I’m going to try it on my own anyway.

Either way you break it, though, this is been the longest November I’ve had in a very long time. And it’s only half over…

Posted in: Health, Writing