What WDC and Yellow Means to Me


Do you have any idea what it means to a person like me---to have such an honor bestowed upon them as being promoted to yellow case ? It is so hard to put down in words what this honor means.
To me, I do not take it lightly. To me it means several things...

For one thing, it tells me that I may have become a better writter than when I first came here. To me that means the world.
To realize that I might have gotten better at my writing ?
To realize that my dream of becoming a published Author one day is getting closer, this idea is mind boggling to-say-the-least.

This promotion just makes me want to work even harder to become even better at my writing. What a boost to the ego...
I will try even harder, and I do believe in the groups that I support and most important, above all these groups, WDC .
If it had not been for these groups and their encouragement,
I wouldn't have come as far as I have. Without some of these
people with a heart as big as the sky, I know that I would have quit long ago.

I am constantly telling people around here where I live,
" You need to check out ' writing.com ', it's awesome, and
you just wouldn't believe the kindness and support that they
give to the unknown writer..." I know several whom write poetry
here where I live, and they swear by " Poetry.com " . I do
NOT ! I have dealt with them, and they are always asking
for you to buy a plaque or book that they say they are going to
put your poem into. One of my worst poems, I sent to them,
and they gave me an award for it. I found this place, put it on here, and I got a lot of feed-back on it and it wasn't good.
I didn't expect it to be, but the people here did tell me what
was wrong with it, and gave me great suggestions of how
to fix it. That is how I knew this place is for real and
are here really to help the unknown author and beginner
writer.

Don't get me wrong... I don't have anything against Poetry.com,
but when you can win an award for two poems that flop at
a respectable place like this... you have to wander what do they
want out of you besides your poems... and they do not offer suggestions about your poems because they say they are
perfect just the way they are. Even I know that my poems
lacked structure and some, rhythm. I would love to become
a great poet one day---and I know that this is the place that
I will achieve it. Thank you all whom have shown me kindness,
and have been honest enough to show me my mistakes, but had
a big enough heart to correct me with grace, and encouraged
me to " write on! " I will always be forever grateful.
This is to ALL of the people whom have helped me here at WDC.
" THANK YOU- and I Love You All !!!! "

Your most humble friend here at WDC.

Cissy

6/08
 

Hello my name is Cissy, just a few things that I thought that might
help you understand more about me and what makes me tick.
First of all I was born 01/1959, I'm 49 years old. I am the youngest out of five children, but, by no means the favorite.
I grew up with a brother and sister, my sister took care of me like I was her own, even though she was just three years my senior. She still cooked for me, made sure I took my baths, brushed my teeth and when I got old enough, took me to school. My sister was a person that I really looked up to, and I miss her more and more every day. She wasn't only my sister, she was my best friend, and a subsitute mom.
My big sister was a insurance sales person here, and at that time in her life I was living
in Nashville, Tn. U.S.A. , while she lived in south eastern Alabama. In August of 1990, she
was murdered by one of her clients while making a insurance run of picking up her clients monthly premium. I will not go into detail of how hideous the killing was, right now it is still too painful of a memory to relive, even though it's been almost 18 years.
My brother helped raise me too, trying very hard to be the father figure in my life. But I was
closer to him in age so like any child, I rebelled, and would tell him," you're my brother!
not my daddy! so you can't tell me what to do ! "

I have two grown daughter's, one step-son, and one granddaughter, one grangson.
I'm a victom of abuse for the most part of my life, but with God's help I will survive, and
go on with my life... sometimes it get's hard to keep going but I do.
I was born with Epilepsy, nerve disorder, amoung a few other disorder's that were not
detected until later in life. I've had 7 major heart attacks, and have been in and out of the wheelchair since I was eight years old. I have a crippling desease that goes in and out of remission. The older I get the worse it gets and the longer it stays out of remission.
But that is no big deal to me though, I can do anything from a wheelchair, no problem,
and I'm used to it... it's the pain that goes with it that get's hard to deal with at times.
The pain and " all " those pills that I have to take everyday just to be as close to normal
that I possibly can.
You see I was taught that what was wrong with me from a early age that it was no
big deal, and if I didn't succeed in life then it was just because I didn't want it bad enough.

As I was told so many times through out my life from my family, be glad that when I can
stand that I at least have legs to stand on, some people don't, be glad that I can hear because a lot of people could not, be glad that I could see as much as I can, because a lot of people could not!, To remember these things, and I could see that I was blessed more
than others. So if I didn't achieve my goal whatever it was I sought for then it was my own
fault and because I didn't want it bad enough to fight for it to get it.

That is how I became a Medical phleb. lab teah. and I worked for 21 years before the
doctors told me one day that I could no longer handle any job, just because of stress alone.
That day I believe I cried for hours, then days, and that went into months.
I was used to working eighty hours a week. Then it went from that to nothing, I felt
useless, and not worth anything... it didn't help that I had a low self-esteem so low that,
if someone said that I dressed wrong, or my hair looked bad I'd cry and not want to go
around anyone including my own family.
I believe the happiest day of my life was when, Febuary 11th, 2008 I was searching goole one night and came upon this site, Writing.com.
I clicked on it and I'm the better for it. Here I have found a family I never had, friends with
an over abundance of love and kindness like I have never known... I found my life here.
My mother encouraged me to write, she said that it seemed I had a talent for it... of course
she " would " say it, she was my mom! and mom's are suppose to tell their kid's things to up-lift them to keep them going... so no, I didn't believe in myself or my ability to write.
I always got A's in classes in English and writing but that was school, not college course.
My degree was in medical. So I looked at my writing as a form of an outlet, release, and a hobby, a very fun and happy hobby for me.
So I'm here now, I don't know if you'd call me middle aged or just old, but
either way, I'm here trying my wings, looking to fulfill a dream, a fantasy, and life long
prayer. I have always wanted to write, but not just write, but write good, good enough for someone to want to read, and get something out of it too. And one day if the mighty spirits
are willing, to write several books, and to be published one day.
I am Native American Cherokee Indian, and a forth Irish.
I like oldies music, southern rock, roch, blues, jazz, and some classical music.
I like to watch on t.v. law-n-order, svu law -n-order, criminal intent law-n-order, the closer, and so many other things the list is just too long.
I'm a big football fan, especially of the college I support, Florida U- Fl gators, Yea! Go
Gators!!!
I have 3 cats which are my babies now that the kids are gone and have a life of their own.
My brother doesn't talk to me anymore since we layed our mother to rest last summer.
I didn't grow up with my two oldest sibilings, and don't really know them. So there you have it. I'm alone, but as happy as I can be, with my furry babies and my writing, and T.V.
I'm sure that this story will go on because, I've found my life once again, here, at WDC.
Thank you everyone for being so nice to me and making me feel like I belong, and feel like family... you just have no idea how much " I " needed " you "!
Bless you " all "!
In my cherokee language which I will translate: " Mitakuye oyrsin ", which means, " We are
all related ".
I love you all my new family, WDC, and all the groups, and people that became my brother's and sisters.
Love to all ,
Cissy


 

http://www.myspace.com/indianoutlaw48

If you really want to know more about me and want to see what I really look like?
check out my- myspace page, got a slide show going on...it has pics of my fam when they were still alive, pics of me and my indian stuff, plus my fav sport...football! Wooo-Hooo!!! I NEED FOOTBALL !!!!!!! UUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!

anyone know anything about these classes in A-1 Writing Academy ?
man do I ever SUCK at these lessons !!! The last few weeks have been hard.

haven't much to say lately, be back when I do... I love this place, I love WDC!
You ALL have been so great to me. I don't know where you all came from,
but I am Sooooo glad that I have found you!!!

There are so many loving and kind people on here. I really never knew such kindness in
my entire life, and that is the truth! Anyone whom comes here will be the better person for it if they do. I have directed many people to this site. I don't know if they joined or not... I wouldn't know what name that they would go by... Hope that they did though.

There are so many great writers on here it's unbelievable and a little intimidating, but
even though they are really great at their craft of writing, they are still kind enough to give
a helping hand to those of us that aren't that good and try to steer us in the right direction so that we also can become good writers too. You would think that someone as good at writing as they are would be stuck-up, but they are not! I like that, I think most of all
about these great writers is that they aren't stuck-up. They seem to be so giving, even to a no-body like me, for that I'm very thankful. (((((HUGS))))) Everyone! Talk to you again real soon... gotta get over this pneumonia, this stupid oxygen keeps me dried out and with a bad headache.
It's no big deal though, everyone has their problems in life, some more than most,
I don't consider mine so bad compared to others. Hope everyone has a Great Memorial Day tomorrow, peace be with you all, and God bless our U.S.A. and ALL of our troops!
Bring our soldiers HOME!!!!!

sometimes life can throw you a bunch of crap, you just have to make sure that you don't step in it too. In my case I don't always watch where I'm going and I not only step in it I fall face first in it!
Damnit! and I thought that I was a little smarter than that, that's why I will wear the name of Duh-duh for a while. How stupid can one person be anyway huh?! You'd think at my age that I would know better than to get suckered the way I do. I guess that I want so much to believe that people are telling me the truth. I'm not a dumb ass but, sometimes I can really act like one. Okay, so my daughter got the best of me.... for now that is. Yes hell! it stings like crazy but, this is not my first rodeo!
Problem is she didn't just hurt me... she hurt the sweetest young man that adored her! For a low-life creep! and ya know what?! She just got played by the creep, oh well, what goes around comes around.... or as I like to say, " the bad that you give out will come back and bite you hard on the ass, and give it back double!
Still not used to using a computer journal/diary.
 

Just when I thought that this was the worst day, Ms. Kathleen came by my email/port
and paid me a visit. She brought such a loving gift with her I'm about in tears
She gave me an upgrade! My heart is so full , I mean what do you say to
something as precious as a gift of an upgrade?! I am grateful, and so blessed.

I am very lucky, no, not lucky, I believe that God guided me to this site when he did
for a good reason. You see.... I was at my end when I found writing.com.
Then I met this wonderful family here. It's a family that I had always wanted but
never experienced before. Not this kind of family love.
Stacy Lynn started it out with me, by taking me under her wing so-to-speak.
She also gave me an upgrade, bless her kind, precious heart !!!

I feel torn~ I don't know whether to be very depressed about my daughter, son-n-law,
and grandchildren, or be happy for my upgrade. Too sleepy to think tonight.
 

OMG!!!!!! What a day ! Man! it started out like crap and as the day wore on it started to get a little better. I know someone here, a lot of someones here
have been praying for me. I can feel it all over me right now, if that makes any sence?!

You just won't believe what has happened today.
The Bad: I'm sorry to say that my daughter has lost her ever lovin' mind!!!!!
This is not the daughter that I gave birth to! It can't be! What in the world happened
to her? How did she get so cold blooded and mean? She is acting as if she has no heart.
Why? for what reason ? I am so hurt by her right now.... I just don't know where
I went wrong. This side of her?! This is not at all like me in the least!

Oh yeah, she's a great writer, much better than I would ever be I think but, I only
write of past experiences and what I know. I put my whole heart into my writings.
She on the other hand can write anything without putting any feeling into it.

She not only did her husband wrong but, she lied on me to a lot of people.
She will not talk to me now and that means that I'll never see my grandchildren
ever again. I felt that this would happen again. I felt it coming on.
And she lied to me about her intensions about her husband too. Why lie to me?
I never interfered with their lives. She dumped the sweetest guy for a **********
I just can't say it! Damnit!!!

She's old enough to know better, damn! she's 30 years old for christ sakes!
She's gonna pay for this one in the long run, I know it. What you give out will
come back to you ten times ten! I've lived to see this to be a fact. I tried to
teach her this but, I guess I just wasn't a good enough teacher.

I like to treat people the way that I would like to be treated, even if they don't give it
back, I still live my life this way. Because I know that the one doing wrong is the one that will have to pay for their wrong doing not me. And why lower myself to their standards?
If I did, I'd have to pay for being mean myself, besides, it just isn't in me anymore.

Lord, please help me through this one please? I'm gonna need it. I'll miss my
grandchildren. This is truly a sad day.