I have had this crappy idea about becoming a mother. But before I confess to the Silent Priest of Public Scrutiny, please understand I do not mean any insult or disrespect with these ideas. This is my own hang up, I know.
Not Just A Warm August Nap – A Bionic Hip!
I may be cheating with today’s Daily Prompt, but I have recently decided to blog about things a little closer to my heart, as I think they make for better reading, so I feel empowered to take some liberties. The prompt was to take a story I had heard and embellish it for the sake of story telling, but this is going to be a little different:
I am going to take a story in my memory, a true story, embellish it with another, equally true story, and then just go on from there. 🙂
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No – The Mo o’ No/Po Wri-o
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!
Tell Me, Party People, What’s Your Zodiac Sign?
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.
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Creo Somnium takes Social Media by Storm
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.
My Impossible Girl
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.
Was That You, Little Girl?
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 Have a 13 Year Old Boy Inside Me.
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.
My Instincts Are Sometimes Mute
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.
Reblog from WP: Create a Custom Image Widget: A How-To for Non-Designers
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!
