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Whew! Life! It's time to get down and let her rip! |
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{f:comic} It's time to get SERIOUS. I haven't been writing due to life but I know now if I let life stand in the way of my talent I will loose it. I have to write or read about writing. I have to hand write in journals. I have to be active on this sight. I need to read the literature I want to write! We all have to get with the program or get off the speed boat of life. |
| I have really came to the realization if you do not write everyday you will loose it so I now have to get with it! Be it every contest, everything I can read about writing, and every support group I can get into. I'm losing my gift. Help! Depression and life has got me down and the only thing I can depend on is myself. |
| Ain't but 3 thing in this world That's worth a solitary dime: Old dogs and children and watermelon wine. -Tom T. Hall {image:#1529588} "Invalid Item"  |
| 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 {image:#1529588} "Invalid Item" |
| 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.  {image:#1529588} |
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