I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
What can get your creative juices flowing like a project! And support of other people!
I love NaNoWriMo – the National Novel Writing Month. If you look at NaNoWriMO on Twitter (or me, ’cause I’m retweeting!), they post photos of write-ins, where people get together with their laptops and typewriters and chalk and tablets and write for hours at a time. Can you imagine the energy that must be flowing through a room like that? It makes me excited just to see it!
The title of today’s post is courtesy a line from a Beastie Boys song (just to give credit where credit is due) and today’s post is coutresy of the daily prompt about a brand new zodiac sign based solely on me.
Continue reading “Tell Me, Party People, What’s Your Zodiac Sign?”
I would like to draw your attention to a few social media outlets that Creo Somnium has been linking up with! (Dun dun dun…) In an effort to keep better connected with people and to keep the inspiration flowing between us. You can find links to the following in the upper right column of the Creo Somnium page.
This is a true story, and it was something I entered for a Writing Contest.
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929
I don’t remember much of that time in ’97, but I do remember when my doctor told me I couldn’t have children. The pins holding the bones of my shattered pelvis together would puncture my uterus as a child grew.
October 23rd, approximately 3:45 pm, I felt a thump or muscle spasm way down low. But there is no reason for this spasm. Then I felt another one, and began thinking – could that be her? I poked it back. A little bit later, I felt another spasm, this time a little bit over. I poked that one, too.
I may really just be a 13 year old boy inside, but when I see a name that begins with any random letter and ends with “_enis,” I giggle a little bit inside.
How well do you trust your instincts? People say we should, but do you? It’s not something I’ve thought about very often, but knowing I’m going to raise a little girl has made me think about how I’m gonna teach her this stuff. I’m better in some areas than others.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so if you have these on your blog, be very flattered. I love the look of these on blogs that have them; they look so together. I’ll be adding some of my own very soon – just wait and see!
I got my daily dose of street harassment yesterday.
At 4.5 months pregnant, I’m still in the stomach phase of ‘I look like I ate too much.’ (Cohiba’s like: Yeah – if you ate a baby.) I was walking back to work from an afternoon coffee jaunt and these two young guys passed me. One of them yelled, “How far along are you?”
148 words, and I think this may become part of something else. What do you think of the story?
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who had the chicken pox. This was one lucky boy, though, for his parents won the Doctor Drawing (as it was later called by the Wordsmiths) on the first try! He went to the clinic with his parents, and got medicine to help with the itching. A week later, he went back for a check-up
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 