Tag Archive: Writing

Senseless because-I-can Sarcasm : Genetic roulette

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All of my life, I believed one “Truth.”  One of my parents was purely Irish and the other was half Irish and half French Canadian.  In other words, I was supposed to be… Continue reading

So this is the end…or is it?

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Aaaarrrruuugggh!!!!!!! I wish they didn’t.  Really. So I’m writing more chapters at the end of a series and at 10:00pm, I… hmmm….what’s a good word to describe temporary brain death? “Stopped suddenly” doesn’t… Continue reading

JOELLE’S TALES: FIRST THURSDAY OF THE MONTH #TMAT120 #WRITING #PROMPT FOR JANUARY 2019

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PLEASE participate   It’s not like I’m asking you to jump off a bridge.  Why would I do that?  I don’t cross my bridges until they’re burning behind me. Hmmm… I think I… Continue reading

Writer repartee

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During the HalloThanksChristmaKkah season, I haven’t been blogging as much… and… Poetry escapes a mind consumed by my day job.  There are deadlines to keep, and the people I’m trying to help are too… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : No Sarcasm left behind

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I remember high school.  By the time I reached 10th grade, I knew how to write an outline, and I didn’t write like this: Wen I wuz in 10 gred, I rote ok.… Continue reading

My muses, my nemesis, and writing

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For your blogging entertainment, here’s a picture of my muses as they hog my bed yet again: When you have as many dogs and cats as I do…especially a Fat White Dog who… Continue reading

Brain Drain

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I’m looking for my brain.  If anyone out there finds it, there’s no reward.  I think it’s lost inside the bowels of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).   Why would I want to pay… Continue reading

Good Grief!

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Well!  Isn’t this just the cat’s meow! How many times have we, as humans, thought we’d outsmarted “Mother Nature?” Hmmm…. DDT (Insects adapted). Splicing insecticide into plants (Insects adapted, we didn’t). Baby formula… Continue reading

Patterns

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Poetry form:  Sort of and then none POETIC EVOLUTION TREE OF LIFE I do not care about poetic forms, structuring my thoughts, molding my words inside patterns, forcing them into corsets and calling… Continue reading

Editorial Respect

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Anyone who reads my blog regularly knows two things  I’m cross-eyed and dyslexic  I’m dyslexic and cross-eyed. Take your pick. Vickie, my partner in blogging, is a far better writer than I’ll ever… Continue reading