Nutty Chitter from a Caffeinated Critter
It’s the first Wednesday of the month. Though I’m rolling in at a later-than-usual hour, I’m here for another edition of Insecure Writer’s Support Group. I mentioned last month how March shoved my head into the ground. April thankfully gave me a week of reprieve. Of course, I had to curse myself by excitedly telling…
March wasn’t the best month for me. You’d think it’d be otherwise, with it being my birthday month and whatnot. Though I enjoyed the day of turning 35, a couple weeks before I was an emotional wreck. See, early in the month, I started a diet and exercise program. Eight weeks of RushFit with slow…
Have you ever wondered why I started blogging? Most likely, you haven’t. That’s perfectly okay with me. But Sarah Brentyn at Lemon Shark created a blog hop called My First Post Revisited. She tagged me, and—with much cringing—I jumped back in time to six years ago to a blog that’s been hidden from public view…
I decided to track down the last time I wasn’t feeling like I was slowly sinking in a sticky mess of overwhelmed craziness. It’s been over six months. HALF A YEAR! Since mid-July of 2016, it’s been illness and injury and mishap around every turn. That leads me to my insecurity. It’s been half a…
Every year, I get letters from friends giving their year in review. I ogle at the pictures and how organized they must be to achieve such feats, while I haven’t been able to get even a Christmas card in the mail for …well… forever. That’s not going to change, but I figured I might as…
As you might’ve guessed by my previous posts, it’s been a month of doing stuff. Since I’ve already regaled you of my leap from an airplane, I won’t rehash that. But hey, look! I’ve got pictures! Hopefully they don’t make anyone sick. I mentioned running a 5K. The Ultimate Wine Run was set in a…
Good news, everyone. I survived! The usual question I get is: How was it? Short answer: Terrifying. I did a tandem jump, meaning I had an experienced skydiver hooked to my back to handle everything from exiting the plane to landing us safely. Good thing too, because all instruction fled my mind once I was…
Imagine me staring at my computer wide-eyed and a bit bewildered. Two weeks. Somehow, somewhere, two Wednesdays came and left before I had the chance to process what was going on. Call me a slacker, for that is what I am. Had I been paying attention to the days, I might have made party decorations…
Egads. It’s August. That realization comes with the horrible knowledge that we’re three-quarters of the way through the year and I haven’t finished anything. Oh the excuses! I have birthday parties to plan, schooling to arrange, and a plethora of medical situations to deal with. Don’t worry, I’m fine. There was just a health scare…
Procrastination is my biggest downfall. I’m the type of squirrel who rushes around gathering nuts just before winter hits. Back in high school, I used to arrive early to finish my homework before class. With age apparently doesn’t come wisdom, because I really should know better by now. Last Wednesday, I had a quick referral…