My sister finished reading my book today. She said she had no idea how different my life was from hers. Said she expected that we'd had the same childhood. I said, no, we didn't, and I've been trying to tell you that for the last 50 years. Some of you know how (continued)
Am I the only one who looks at a word they've been writing since first grade, and suddenly it looks wrongly spelled? Is it stress? Dementia? Or just my brain making up crazy stuff to make me twirl? Wait, don't tell me. Too scary.
What happens when a story you are terrified of telling begins to make itself known to you? There's a story in me that I have fought against telling for decades and it's like my brain refuses to take instructions.
GAH! Ever looked at a word that you've used many times and it just doesn't look right? Is it spelled right? Is it even a word? Did I make it up?
Today, the word that's hanging me up is - seductive.
That's a word, right?
... much I struggled with the idea of my sister learning about me through my writing. I explained that the poems were not all autobiographical and she said she understood. I wonder though. I guess my point is that the very thing I was terrified of (2of 3)
I am desperately behind on nearly everything in my life, but I just completed the 30 days of poetry for National Poetry Month. It's a challenge I never thought I'd be able to complete. I'm REALLY proud of myself, and this is not a normal state for me. 💙
My Chi-weenie, Pepito the Bad Hat, AKA Pepe, AKA Buddy, crossed the rainbow bridge today. I'll miss you, little guy. He was adorable and vicious and in charge of my household for nearly 14 years.
Bullying and guilting don't work well with me. I read what I want to read, follow who I want to follow. If you don't like it? You can kiss my ass.
Sorry for the venting, folks. Just needed to get that out.
Hello Sweet Stars! I hope you have a beautiful day.
Not going to be coy. Today's my 58th birthday and I'm feeling the passage of time.
Give me a wish and I'll give you one back.💙💙
This was from a while ago, but I wanted to share it. My daughter is 36 today. And I can't quite understand where the time went. Please no re-tweets on this post.
Just got blocked by someone who wanted to bust into my DMs. I asked that they please not, and they got butthurt because I'm from California. And THIS right here is why I curate who I follow. Thanks, dude, for saving me the trouble! 😊💙PEACE.
@nate_postlethwt
Dissociating to such a strong degree that there are huge blocks of time gone from when my daughter was young. I missed out on so much of her babyhood.
The heist is once again on. Without taking a new picture what role do you play?
I'm the caretaker. I'll keep everyone fed and watered and have a good time doing it.
The heist is once again on. Without taking a new picture what role do you play?
I walk in darkness like the night. I’ve plotted out the grounds and built an excel file with a timetable for the guards. Follow the charts I gave you and we’ll be fine.
You know what I'm able to do today that I couldn't do a year and a half ago? I can say I'm a writer. When I first got active on Twitter, I couldn't even say it. It felt like a dirty word to me—something to be ashamed of. How weird is that?
Okay, carry on. 💙
Subtweet - it's not my responsibility to make you feel better about your life, take care of you, or sacrifice my mental well-being to make you or anyone happy. If you choose to misinterpret my kindness for anything but just basic human decency, please
I have to cry the little girl out of me in order to do things that I find hard. Ughhh. So I guess I'm adulting today. Cause I just spent the last hour crying like a baby.
I was 58 in December Considering I didn't expect to make it beyond 30, yeah I guess I am proud of my age? How about you?
Post a picture and tell us your true age. Rock that shit.
Proud of your age? Post a picture and tell us your true age. Rock that shit.
47 this month - all the shit I did, I shouldn't have made it out of my 20's.
Taking another stab at my book of poetry. Formatting and such.
There are many reasons why I didn't publish in 2023, but I'm going to do it this year.
I'm feeling a bit misty right now. 💙
I've been living in fear that my first review was going to be bad. But it wasn't. It was nice and the person liked my book. Le sigh.💙 I got my first review on Amazon, and it was good.
You know those days when you absolutely must do certain things, and you're paralyzed with fear, and you just have to work your way through those killing feelings?
By stroke of providence, I am 5 followers away from 2K. So if you know anyone who'd like to follow a slightly odd duck with strange ideas - well, you know. If you know me, you know, no politics, no religion, and no DMs unless I knows ya. Thank you 💙😍💙
I may not be a very good businesswoman. I didn't sell any books. I actually gave one away.
Good news? I got to hang out with 2 cool women writers, meet a new gallery owner who paints in a style that makes me swoon. and meet the president of our county Arts Council.
Something to look forward to -
My daughter messaged me yesterday to tell me that when we see one another next month, she wants to write music to go with some of my poems.
I never thought I'd be able to connect with her in that way and my heart is full.
I just can't even with the sex bots. Seems like that's all I'm getting here. You guys too?
I'll be scarce for the next few days as I've got house guests coming tomorrow, but I'll be back.
Sex bots or no. 💙
Vague post # 729
Have you ever done something that you were really worried was a bad idea but you did it anyway because your heart is open and to NOT do it would be to close your heart off to the universe?
Oh. Just me?
@RHolemanWrites
I'm tempted to choose an unrequited crush, but what if they're chatty in the morning? Eternity is long, and my partner knows better than to talk to me first thing. 🤣
Why does adulting make me so squirmy? I was practically in tears trying to do grown-up banking stuff. Why is my brain like this? No lies; I begged the woman on the phone not to abandon me. Sheesh.
Bird with a Bright Object is available. Your favorite bookseller can order it through Ingram, or you can get it wherever you order your books 💙If you want a signed copy, I've ordered books for that but haven't received them yet. I am so excited I can't even express 💙
Good morning, you crazy, beautiful diamonds. I'm feeling all Pink Floyd this morning. Here's a secret from me - even though I've been dumped by my editor for reasons, I'm still going to keep writing. Will it be any good? Okay, now you.
So this is happening, and very soon. The whole process has been more mysterious than I'd like. But here's what I know: I should get my copy in a week or so. Then it will be available anywhere for purchase or you can order from me if you want a signed copy. 💙
Good morning, partridges 💙
Not my best day, but trying to salvage the wreckage.
I wanted to say something cheery, but it felt like false positivity and I'm not having that.
I'm working to make it better.
Hugs.
Good morning, Beauties 💙I'm still on my music bender (ALWAYS). So if you care to, drop the names of your favorite bands/musicians. I like all genres, so go wild. And Happy Independence Day!
There's a pretty big fire burning about 26 miles from where I live. It's very windy here and smoky. Terrible air quality. Hey folks, it's fire season and coming kind of early this year. I think we'll be fine, but I've packed, ready to evacuate if needed. 😬
Good morning, dear hearts💙Today started great! Then my feelings got hurt by two different people. That's a me problem, and so I'm going to be looking to start today over and find my center again. Be kind to each other.
Good morning, sweetlings 💙I may be quieter the next week or so (or perhaps I'll be louder, who can guess?), but it doesn't mean I don't wish you well and all love. Spread kindness in your travels, no matter how far you roam. Yes, please 💙
Good morning, Squirrels 💙What's that ONE song I absolutely must have on my happy Monday playlist? And OMG, I won't be adding Walking on Sunshine. I just won't. But other than that, go crazy. I'll make a Spotify Playlist with our choices. 💙
Good morning, Mini Daffodils 💙The other day, when I was pruning and weeding my front yard, I saw the first signs of spring, and I was so pleased. The daffodils are always the first to brave the elements, and I so appreciate them.
I just published my poem, My Body of Work, please leave some claps. This is my first work published through RanchHandAgency, and I'd love to thank them for helping me get my work out there.
There are people in this community and in the world, who will never truly SEE me. And while my Toxic Trait is that I always want to please everyone, realistically, that's not possible. I'm gaining acceptance around this. Little by little.
Have gone done the rabbit hole of top 40 songs from 1968 - 1973 and now I've got Sweet Caroline stuck in my brain. And American Pie, Hitchin' a Ride, and a bunch of other songs. And if I did this right, maybe you do too?
Good morning, gentle souls. Worthiness, belonging, fitting in. Those are hard ones, and I struggle each day to keep showing up as a creative, a mother, a partner, and a human being. How do you show up for yourself? What's your self-care secret?
Good morning, dear ones 💙
Ever wake up and feel out of sorts for no particular reason? That's how I feel. But I'm working on a cool (I hope) multi-part story, so I'm just going to focus on my writing and get through the day.
Sending hugs 💙
Someone just told me I was their favorite poet. I brushed her off because, ME. But seriously, I don't think I've ever been anyone's favorite anything and now the waterworks have started. So, thank you, even if you were being polite, it felt AMAZING.🫣 💙🥹
Dear Marketers, Publishers, Promoters, Editors. The reason I don't follow you back? The moment I do, you slide into my DMs like you wanna date me. Read my Bio. Behave yourself.
I need external validation for my writing. And chances are, if you're any sort of creative, you do too. Will you please drop your links here or just stop by and tell me how you're doing. I miss our weird, wonderful community here.
I'm closing in on 1500 followers (relax, it'll be a while), but I'm just wondering how I should celebrate and thank you for hanging out with me in this often super cool place. Any ideas? Keep it friendly, please.
Do you ever look at your posts and realize your words are so disjointed and weird that it's like you've never written anything at all? Oh, just me?
Carry on, nothing to see here.🙄😂