I have been trying to read different genres in order for me to become a more open minded writer. My goal is to write a great southern novel but I know stepping outside the box of reading just those novels can be helpful. Right now I'm reading a young adult novel by Christopher Pike, Remember Me?
Very different indeed! Vampires

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At a quarter to 12:00 a.m. tonight I'll be 56 years old without my Mama. It's going to be hard. It's been hard since Feb. 23, 2010. I'll need all the prayers I can get.
 

I've felt that way this week. I just can't seem to get myself back on the path. When I'm with my daughter I fell I can do anything. After that I am a lost butterfly wondering if the flower I land on contains poison!
 

I've felt that way this week. I just can't seem to get myself back on the path. When I'm with my daughter I fell I can do anything. After that I am a lost butterfly wondering if the flower I land on contains poison!
 

I've been suffered martial problems so I have been living with my daughter so it least I have access to the internet. I should have spent the whole time on the internet but she's a suffering college student so I've been trying to locate scholarship funds while I've been here as well as grants.

Listen though I say journaling is a must for writers don't think because I'm not posting I'm not journaling, I am so that doesn't leave anyone off the hook for writing your deepest thoughts, dreams or even if you do nothing but what you've done for the day. I've actually went a step further and do watercoloring with my journaling. Funny thing I'm either great at the watercoloring then misspell a word or vice versa! Now I take a dictionary and a thearus with me.

I miss ya'll and as the Elvis song sings, "But you were always on my mind."
 

My network access is down due to the jerk who lives next door. Long, Long story. I will be on here a little less until I find an alternate route but don't worry I am a persistent Mrs. Prissy!
Diane
 

After so much has happened this year so unexpectectly, life is hard. Down in the dumps...no that doesn't quite describe it. Situational Depression...much worse than that....regular depression--using pills to stop the excessive hurting...that doesn't work either. It's beyond anything I have ever felt before. This feels more like the Vincent Van Gooh life story. Remember the song by Don McClen, something like that..Starry, Starry night, pictures painted violet blues...they could not love you, thou your love was true, when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night, you took your life as lovers often do, but I could have told you Vincent this world was never good enough for someone as beautiful as you. Well, not that quite depressed but to have lost your Mom so suddenly, then caught your house on fire the same year, can't work, marriage rocking but kids, oh, they are so grown up and supportive. "Mom, what do you need, please tell me. Just call, I'll be there." Oh, but the love of my children keep me going. I never knew when I held them at my breast and they gently sucked they could ever love me so much more than anyone ever has. They are my gift.
Diane
 

I am so fat. My Mother passed away. My husband is a jerk. I live each
day but you can't call it living cause I let the time slip away like
I've got enterinity on earth plus a day. Depression overwhelms me
no matter what drug I'm on. Why is life like this? My garden sits
without me by its side. Why should I waste tears on a husband who steals
my heart and doesn't care what he does. He walks out the door
doesn't say a thing. It isn't my business what he does or who he calls. I
can't stay on the computer very long because that takes away
from other things I could be doing.

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Some times I wonder why this life is so painful and has been for others who lived before us. As I've went through my Mother's things I've found letters from the early 1900's. My great-grandmother received a letter from her sister in 1919 towards the ending of the letter it said, "This is such a troublesome world sis. I hope we never have to come on this earth again but we'll meet in heaven where there will be no sorrow and we will meet and never be separated again. So sad life remains the same.
Diane
 

My best friend's Mom had an invilad husband and he was an alcholic. He would ramble on and on just driving my best friend crazy. This was her Dad and they had a horrible relationship. One time while she was visiting her mother and she was doing her handy work-sewing my friend ask her MOTHER, "How do you stand him? Does he ever shut up?" Her Mother said, "What darling? Your Father? I ignore him. Susie, you have to find your own happiness not find it in someone else making you happy."

She was so right. So from this day forward I'm going to try her techique and realize I have to make myself happy in this life. I've been married to this man 31 years and I don't have the money to make a move although now I have 2 houses to rent out. I'm 55. Do I want to start another relationship this late in the game?

I fight the depression with pills and theapy. I garden, volunteer teaching seniors arts and crafts (I get to attend the big swimming pool for free for doing the classes), I can go visit my daughter to get away from him, so I think I should just stay and do my own thing while he does his. I don't think the love will be back again. Not the love a husband and wife should have so I guess I'll see if my son wants to go on a date with me tonight.

I will make my own happiness.