You know sometimes life has a funny way of coming back and smacking you around for good measure. Sometimes just to see if you were listening the first time it knock you on your …well you know. Yep that is my story and I am sticking to it.

Last Wednesday, you know the day before Thanksgiving we were about to have a four day weekend and I was so looking forward to it. I mean I knew I was going to have a lot to do for one and probably half of another day but it was supposed to be about rest. Well I got the rest I was looking for kind of, the Vicodin made sure of that.

Why vicodin you ask… that would be the car wreck I had on my way to work Wednesday morning.  My poor, poor Subaru, I have been so hard on that piece of machinery.  Normally it is just curbs I roll over since I don’t judge distance too well.

So how does that tie into the world smacking me?  Truth it I am beginning to feel better. So I thought I would try to catch up on a few of the things I let go. One of them of course was writing. So obviously …not there was any doubt, I did not finish NaNoWriMo. But that was entirely my own fault and would have happened even without the accident.  So I started with something small… the Friday writing prompt from Writers Digest. Here is the prompt… do you see the irony?

While driving to pick up lunch, you accidentally bump into the car in front of you—a light fender bender—that pops open the other car’s trunk. When you get out to assess the damage, you notice that the driver of the other car is none other than your favorite actor. More important, you notice a dead body in the trunk. Who is the actor and what elaborate excuse does he give you to explain the dead body in his trunk?

I am working on it but right now every time I start to write all I can do is shake my head and think about my recent run in. Talk about life imitating art… this time art imitates life.

One of the write-in I participated in I overheard a conversation that I personally have given some thought to an wondered how many others who write… not just novels or short stories but blogs as well. A pen name?  There are some really good arguments on both sides of the topic.


It is becoming a habit not to post suddenly or maybe since it is almost another month maybe not so suddenly. I am going to have to remove the post a day icon if I can’t get myself into gear. Well this month has been crazy too but for completely different reasons. Good reasons this time. WOOHOO.  Although at the same time not so woohoo.

Why crazy…well normal everyday life, school, job but I am also participating in NaNoWriMo. That in itself is huge cause I was not sure I should even try it.  I got a lot of encouragement and decided to go for it.  This is the WOOHOO.

The first week I started writing and I was doing okay… mostly hitting the word count. But it was drivel. And the worst kind, you know, written word just for the sake of word count.  I think it was because I didn’t believe in the story anymore. I mean it is still back there but it does feel like something that can become a novel.   So like a crazy person (and that whole changing horses midstream) I changed stories.

Probably not my smartest move, but I am writing steadily. Not hitting the word count with this one though. Which is a bummer that’s why not so woohoo.

One smaller piece of news. I entered the November’s Short, Short Story from Writers Digest. There is one every month. It goes from the 16th of 1 month to the 15th of the next. So the next chance to enter is right now  till December 15th .

I called it “Toe to Toe. ”  It was taken from a writers prompt I had buried in my plot bunnies folder for a while that I couldn’t find anything to do with it.  The prompt tell a story from the viewpoint of your body or body part.

After I find out if I won anything … they require first rights. I will post it here and see what everyone thinks.

On that note, I just found out what first rights are. I did not know putting my work on sites like fictionpress.com, and fanstory.com made it ineligible for contest /publication entry. From what I could find out if the public sees it, the first rights are gone and no publishing house wants it.

It’s a good thing that they are not crazy about publishing short stories or poems (that are not part of an anthology) or I would be sunk.


October, it must be the Jekyll and Hyde month of the year. Which I guess is fairly apropos with Halloween being the last day and all.  But for all the ups and downs I am grateful it is over. There are just months that would make Job cry uncle.

But there are a couple of ups that I wanted to share.

In the middle of the month I had the last of the cancer removed from my nose. Other than the yearly skin checkups I am free and clear.  Best news of the month.

Speaking of cancer I was able to mark number 14 off my Ms. Magoo’s Escapades, the one about walking in a charity 5k. On October 21st Sacramento hosted the 20th Annual “Making Strides Against Breast Cancer.”  Two things really caused this event to be outstanding. One I convinced my entire department to walk with me.  We were 12 adults and four kids.  Yeah we made it a family affair.

But the day before was the best I think. Every year since my boys were little I have be taking them to a Renaissance Faire. My oldest is at the point where he no longer wants to go anymore but my youngest is more like me. The Folsom Renn Faire closes down the season.  We went and had a good time.  Did you know that turkey legs are so popular that you have to put in your order and they will text you when it is off the grill? What would Queen Elizabeth I say to that. I think it is funny though, especially since that is the one constant about all of the faires the boys and I have gone to.

On a side note I didn’t realize how difficult getting a passport is. My boys and I are getting a chance to see Jamaica. I run around I am getting a the post office is mind-boggling. Here I am trying to get three passports which is a substantial chunk of change and the post office is going broke …. Why the run around? “We only do passports before 3pm. “ I come back the following Saturday … “We only do passports on the weekday.”  So by now  I am frustrated, beyond normal. My boys were joking about the steam but I wouldn’t have doubted it. So I planned a day off… I get there and guess what … you can only get a passport with an appointment.  Now why couldn’t they have told me that four visits ago?

I wanted to finish this post with two thoughts. One, tomorrow starts NoNaWiMo (novel in a month) and I am ready. I even entered a contest by one of the bloggers of Writers Digest. Write a story in 132 characters.  I found that to be an interesting challenge.

Here was my stab at it.

Drunk on blood he careened into the open coffin. Tonight he would be sharing sleeping space with a dead slayer. Vengeance tomorrow.

And lastly and this is one of those super important things…   A month ago on the last post I wrote I was nominated for a blogging award by Jane (  http://maryjaney.wordpress.com ). I wanted to say thank you for the nomination it meant a lot to me. And I am sorry that I was not able to respond in a decent fashion.


Normally I don’t do much posting over the weekend due to focusing on papers for school and house hold responsibilities but the last two days have led to some awesome opportunities.  First, on Thursday after my post I was contacted by a writing group for to guest blog.  I am also going to help with challenges and publicity.  This is the coolest thing that has happened as far as my writing in quite a while.

Second, I committed to the Novel in a month after reading the comments on the blog. Even if I do not make it my  can’t do attitude has been seriously checked at the door.

Third and this has nothing to do with writing but I have signed up to walk the 5k/10K walk on October 21st. Which means as of Monday October 22nd I can cross one item off the Ms Magoo’s Escapades.


November is coming, November is coming! And I am not ready for it. I mean I should have been preparing for the last couple of months but no not me. Guess what, I know me well enough to know I am going to whine and complain that I wasn’t ready and I can’t do it again this year.

November is novel in a month, month. You are supposed to write 50,000 words which roughly boils down to 1650 words a day. Which as 99 percent of the writers agree isn’t too much on days that the ideas are flowing and everything is going just fine. But those other days, like mid-terms and papers for classes done.

I have this story idea that has been running around in my head for a little bit now and I thought this would be perfect for the challenge. Some of the scenes I can see so vividly that they practically write themselves when I get to a place I can write. But I wanted to try something different.

In the past my writing has been what I keep hearing as organic. When I try to plan it, nothing works. When I let each scene write it’s self I tend to jump all over but it not wooden or forced. My main problem with this is I write and get the chapter; scene or whatever over and then I have to put the writing on the shelf due to some kind of responsibility. When I come back to it… I don’t feel the story anymore or I don’t know where it is going and the muse is gone.

So I was hoping that if I sat down and wrote the story out in outline format even if reality got in the way I could have a place to return to even if it is embellishing the outline.

But I am excited for one thing I am submitting a “short short story” to Writers Digest. The deadline is October 15th and the maximum word limit is 1500.


The PLINKY prompt of the day on September 23 is:  You’re writing your autobiography. What is your opening sentence?

“Jack of all trades, Master of none and that was Fathom’s biggest regret.

From the time I was little, the one expression I heard more than any other was, “if it doesn’t work one way then try another.” This of course was typically when I would whine and complain that I couldn’t do it and my parents were usually at their wits end. This of course moved into other portions of my life and I soon became good at many different things. Normally this came from the fact I would play with something and tweak it until I got the desired result.

But alas, when I figured it out was when I would stop and go on to something completely different. My grandmother called jumping horses mid-stream.  Today it would probably be considered ADD. It wasn’t though or at least not in my book. The thing was I figured out what I wanted to know that was good enough for me. And of course that whole concept continued into my adult years.  By this time, I should probably call it a habit.

When I was young, I thought this was cool that I knew and could do many things. I just thought I was eclectic in my interests. Today I wish I had stopped jumping from thing to thing, just learning what I needed to know and starting the next project.  I wish I really learned it, I mean from beginning to end or inside and out. Hence the Master of none.

I have heard it said that it is a plus to know a little bit of a lot of things but maybe it is just my ego talking when I want to be really, really good at a something.

How would you start your autobiography?


This morning I woke up and found out that one of my favorite bloggers had nominated me for the Super Sweet blogging award. Cyranette who gives out wonderful prompts to get stories or ideas started. Cakes are a particular favorite of mine, especially a nice dense black forest cake with a raspberry icing. Yum Yum. Today I try to do the cake pop version of these as I am in a constant battle with my inner model.  Thank you Cyranette for thinking my blog worthy of this wonderful award.

To accept this nomination, there are three requirements:

A. Give credit and mention the person who nominated you for the award. (see above)

B. Answer the Super Sweet questions:

1. Cookies or cake? Cookies – a soft peanut butter with chocolate chips   .
2. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate.
3. What is your favorite sweet treat? Cheesecake. Nothing mixed in or on the top of, just the plain old cheesecake itself..
4. If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be? Honey.

C. Nominate a baker’s dozen(13) bloggers to pay it forward to:

http://busyteacher.wordpress.com/author/busyteacher/

http://mungryghost.com/

http://thejennymacbookblog.wordpress.com/

http://mikereverb.wordpress.com/

http://sandysays1.wordpress.com/

http://lynchs.wordpress.com/

http://cristianmihaid.wordpress.com/

http://outsideairblog.com/

http://youhadmeatum.wordpress.com/

http://ainewarren.wordpress.com/

http://wp.me/1wVz7

http://visualwritingprompts.wordpress.com/

http://lifeand100books.com/


Ahoy! How many times do ye stop ‘n think ’bout some ‘o th’ peculiar ‘n random activities be off on around us. When we find out ’bout them, it be usually too late to participate. Me hearty found out August 5 was international spiced rum day ‘n he bummed he missed it. ye could not get a better excuse to drink. this day be International speak like a scurvy pirate day. ‘n while not th’ stuff th’ seven seas spins by it be a brief amount ‘o a ruckas.

Which is the reason the first paragraph is a little strange it my own addition to the international speak like a pirate day.

This week has been an odd one for me and before my class this evening I would have to say more like a downer.  The councilor at my college who is supposed to help me pick the right classes for my degree told me that I don’t need to be taking classes to teach. That while the desire to teach was admirable the practicality of a blind teacher just wasn’t there.

The thing is I couldn’t completely disagree with him and several of the valid points he made. One of them being the fact with education budget so bad no school would hire aides to assist in the classroom.  Then there was the perceptions that a blind woman couldn’t keep order in her class. (This one I don’t know about)

Then on top of that I got some news from my eye doctor that the last test showed more damage than she originally thought. Which means another medicine to add to the list.

But tonight my teacher for my Public Relations class teacher was extremely happy with a paper I wrote. In it I showed an interest in doing a PR project for a nonprofit. He is forwarding my paper to a college who works for a nonprofit through Sac State.  That is the best news I have had all week.


In my post a few days ago I posted about a 30 day challenge. Have you noticed that when you accomplish it once it is easier… that day but not the next. For example, I went into a store in the mall yesterday to buy a hat and the young lady came up to me and asked how she could help me. I told her I was looking for sun hats that weren’t too ugly. Her laugh put me at ease enough I was able to gather my courage and introduce myself to her. Awesome right. I felt so good a little squirmy in the stomach but good enough that I introduced myself to the next three people who came into the store.

The only problem was I was so giddy by the third person he was looking at me and I know he was wondering what I was on. So today, I thought I did it three times one should be a piece of cake right. Nope. I open my mouth, and close it, open to speak only to close it. The woman looked a little uncomfortable said “well have a nice day” and made a beeline out of the coffee area. What could you expect; my imation of a fish was spot on.

Speaking of the 30 day challenge I had debated doing vegetarian and nixed it on the account it was completely impossible to one day to just jump in no holds bar. So like the website said ease into it with a meatless day and I choose Thursday.

Today is Thursday and I implemented it. We had Quinoa and lentil salad.

It included

lentils about 2 cups

quinoa about 1 cup

carton of button mushrooms

bag of dried cherries

red onion 1 full

and an italian vinaigrette to taste.

The reaction was interesting. I am not sure how well it went over and that is saying something since most people around here are very verbal about what they like and don’t. I will post a picture of it tomorrow.


On Wednesday after getting the biopsy, the doctor started stressing that I be more active in my sun protection. That was the plan. It’s still summer here in California but I put away the tank tops. I started looking for hats. That was a joke. Almost none, and what was there forgive me but I thought they were butt ugly. I finally took one that in my opinion was the lessor of the evils and here is what I decided.

Baseball caps shade from about your nose up. It provides nothing for the sides (cheek area and ears) and nothing for the neck. Those cute almost Fedora like ones have almost no brim so no coverage. All that is left is your mother’s sun hats. Those are cute on the beach but how do you wear them with jeans and a tee?

Oh well, not that I have ever had the greatest fashion sense. As a kid, I wore what was comfortable and what we could afford. I have to admit that as an adult not a whole lot has changed. Although, the truth is I think it is comfort over value these days.

So my glasses came in yesterday. YUCK. It’s going to be a long year until I can get another pair. The lenses were spot on, nice and dark. (Sunglass dark.)  But the frames, wozzers as inspector gadget use to say. They sit so far out on my face that there is an opening above my eye and below, which doesn’t help the light sensitivity. Yet as I have been without anything (with the lovely headache that goes along with it) even a small relief might be worth something.

So yesterday on my way home from class I was listening to the car radio when a song by the band Sugarland came on called ‘Stand back up.’ At that moment, I thought it was the soundtrack of my life. But as soon as I thought it I realize there was a different one a couple of years ago and realized movies don’t just have one why should someone’s life have only one.

  • Stand Back up – Sugarland

This is my Eye of the Tiger song. It reminds me that even as life gets so rough that I get knocked to the ground, I am still here. As long as I am then I keep fighting.

Favorite line –I’ve weathered all these storms, But I just turn them into wind, so I can fly,

A thought, a nudge to say only I can define who I am and what story my life will take. Good or bad, it’s my story.

Favorite line – No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in

How many times have you said that quick prayer “I promise….  If only I can have  or don’t let it be. And it either doesn’t happen or happens any way. And it turned out to have something come of it you wouldn’t trade for the world.

Favorite line –Just because he doesn’t answer doesn’t mean he doesn’t care.

Where Stand Back up is about not giving up when the world is determined to knock you down, this one reminds me there are battles and goals I want to fight for and win. Favorite line – There’s always going to be another mountain and I am always going to want to make it move.

This is my Man in the Mirror song. With so much injustice we tend to think there is nothing we can do. This reminds me where my line in the sand is.

Favorite line – When this world’s big enough for all different views

You can either wallow in the difficulties or you can use every last moment to live life to the fullest. But remember no man is an island and how you behave will affect those who love you.

Favorite line – And I became a friend, a friend would like to have

  • If Today Was Your Last Day – Nickleback

Same thought as Live Like you are Dying but this one is more about not allowing yourself any regrets.

Favorite line- Every second counts ’cause there’s no second try

So what is the soundtrack to your life? Don’t worry you’re not committing to anything because tomorrow the could change.

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