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Bits and Pieces of a fragmented psyche |
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| An excellent writer, and good friend, Cassie Reynolds has just been upgraded to Preferred Author. A well deserved promotion might I add. You should check out her blog and rummage through her port. She has some great stuff there. Kudos Cassie. Keep them coming. |
| Well, another long, trying day. I do so much bloody surfing through the blogs on this site that I forget I need to write. Fortunately, The Support Group for Writers has seen to it that I have something to do. Now I merely have to grab on to that creativity that I used to have, and hunt and peck my way along. Ideas are already whirling around in my head (as do most things these days). So far I have a new folder made for group assignments. Don't bother looking yet...it's empty. Hopefully, it will have an entry, or two sometime tomorrow. How's that for a positive attitude? It may just be a pipedream that "tomorrow" thing. Anyway, feel free to check out anything that makes it into the folder. Questions, comments, ratings, advice, and FREE Harley Davidsons, will all be appreciated. |
| I am just flabberghasted by what I saw today. I was deeply honored by Tor for selecting my blog as one of the EDITOR'S PICKS. Thank you Tor, I really appreciate the honor. |
| I just wanted to thank all the great people that have been commenting on my various snippets in my Blog. I shall attempt to personally thank each individually by e-mail. As I never learned to type, it may take awhile, but remember, I do appreciate your responses. |
| It's 1:21 Friday morning, and once again I can't sleep. I watched my wife sleeping, her breath softly whispering as she slept. I felt her life and the warmth of her soul as I took her in. I love her and I felt deeply sorry for her. I did some time in Vietnam with the 1st Cavalry Division. We roamed above and in the jungles of Tay Ninh provence the 3rd Corps area of operation (A.O.). I came back to the States with a souvenier...P.T.S.D. For the uninitiated that is combat related post traumatic stress disorder. The gift that keeps on giving. Nightmares, Flashbacks, rage, just for starters. Add a little anxiety, depression and attempted suicide to the mix, and you have only the tip of an immense emotional iceburg. When we married...that was my wedding gift to her. That is why I feel sad for her. I feel I have betrayed her. She never needed these problems. I have been married twice before and both of those wives could not deal with it. My children don't understand it and it has often hurt my relationship with them. Diane does her best to understand and assist me, but when she asks me what's wrong when I am in an obvious funk, I tell her I don't know. It sounds like I am blowing her off, but in reality I can't understand it myself. She has read a lot of books about combat P.T.S.D. and probably knows far more about it than do I, but it must be difficult for her to understand. I have therapists and I still don't understand it. Still, and for this I thank God, she stands with me. It must be love. I couldn't deal with me. She is one wonderful,caring woman, and I am lucky to have her in my life. |
| My wife keeps asking me to write a novel based on my experiences in Vietnam. She may not realize just how difficult that is for me. The very short story in my blog is fact/fiction. The PG rated result is due to the fact that I took a quick writing class that included teens. I had wanted to use the colorful language of the grunt, but had to tone it down. Perhaps that novel for my wife is in the offing. |
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LOL at the above comment. I do think most ideas come when in the shower. I don't know about the toilet I hate them too much to know. So, I spent most of my day there complaining for the need to go there 
I'm still 24! What I'm thinking about? Forget about waiting! Start saying him "You must write!"* 