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I Slept With Him For Years For Fear Of Being Alone.

He came into my life at a time when I needed him most and without a second thought I clung to him for many a night. It wasn’t like we had a relationship, the kind where you want to spend every waking moment together. It wasn’t like we would get lost in conversation, uncovering deep-seated feelings…

October 21, 2013 in Inspiration, Real Talk, Storytelling, Thoughts, Uncategorized.

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Footage of me out on a “run” today. I chose the hottest Texas day with high pollen and high mold to run outdoors. And, I survived! Kids joined me in case I needed CPR. I’m not completely mad...yet. Tune in tonight when I’ll debate whether it’s #justallergies or #coronavirus. #snail #theviewfromhere #myfrontporch #running #beerrun #specificallycoronarun #quarantinedaywhatever #texasheat #allergyseason #wereallmadhere #pollen #mold #snailsofinstagram #texashillcountry #theresasnailonmyporch
The void is expanding. Since quarantining and social distancing became the buzz words of 2020, responsible folks all across the globe have found a new normal. The void is expanding. Instead of beginning the day with a trip to the gym, treadmills across the world are being dusted off and showered with infinite attention by those desperate to maintain not only a level of sanity but also their current pant size. The void is expanding. Rather than starting the morning routine with a quick drive through a local coffee shop to kickstart productivity, we are brewing a pot in our home kitchens and seeking that elusive jumpstart to a productive day. The motivation is fleeting and the coffee doesn’t taste the same. The void is expanding. Social media is bursting at the seams with users I haven’t seen an update from since mail came in the form of a snail. I imagine it has something to do with people looking for the latest report on the Corona Virus. You venture into Facebook, Twitter, even Instagram for a quick update only to be sucked in for awhile. And, now that this is the main connection to the outside world you find yourself commenting, maybe even posting (gasp)! The void is expanding. As a writer, my world is by definition mostly virtual. I write to an invisible audience. I post to an abyss. I share across the rabbit hole that is the internet. Then I sit back and do it all over again, never knowing how much interaction my stories will provide. Never specifically knowing the reader as a physical person. My words are sent floating across the waves of a never ending sea with no itinerary or final destination. These days, the more we practice social distancing, the larger that void seems to become. At least for me. It doesn’t quite make sense given it is my norm even if it’s not everyone else’s. And yet, I feel an overwhelming sense of “what’s the point?” whenever I sit down to write. Is it the same for you? Are artists now wondering what the point is in sending their art into the void? Are musicians wondering why bother to send their lyrics into the void? Are businesses pondering if it’s really worth it to promote their products and services to the void?
Waited in the car while my kids ran in for milk. #wheresthemilk #coronavirus #covid_19 #lifewithteens #quarantine #shakingmyhead #againwheresthemilk #junkfood #haventhadabagelbitesince1992
Don’t Quarantine Kindness Today, my daughter and I wrote and illustrated a short message of kindness. We may feel like all is out of our control, but a small act of compassion for our fellow neighbor is a choice worth making. Written by @littlemisswordy Illustrated by @nootnoot_liv #childrensstory #kindness #artistsoninstagram #creativity #elderlycare #coronavirus #covid_19 #storytelling #cartoon #comic #drawing #drawingkindness #quarantine #stayhome #neighbors #fear #hope #illustration #inspiration #dontquarantinekindness
Looking forward to ALL the art I’ll find around the house in the next three weeks. 😄 #creativeminds #artistsoninstagram #coronaviruscreations #oilpastel #extendedspringbreak #art #talentedkid #passingthetime #relaxation #color
You can’t write a novel all at once, any more than you can swallow a whale 🐳 in one gulp. You do have to break it up into smaller chunks. But those smaller chunks aren’t good old familiar short stories. Novels aren’t built out of short stories. They are built out of scenes. #writing #writingcommunity #fiction #youngadult #ya #amwriting #smallchunks #writinginspiration #orsonscottcard #buildascene #novels #justlookforeden #chapterbychapter
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