On The Verge of Transfering...

Am currently in the process of transferring some very old blog posts over from Live Journal which has become a site full of advertisements and dead things....

On the Verge of Being Thankful!

I have honestly been blessed with teachers who have cheered on writing. In middle school it was Mr. Birk who read my piece with the misty fog to the class and proclaimed it was the best he had read in his than 10 year career. It's funny how I can't remember what I wrote last week but I can tell you about that story after more than 10 years.
In high school I took a college creative writing class with Jeremy Hight. I still keep in contact with him and he still proclaims that I was the best in that class.
My questions for the day are as follows? With such wonderful encouragement around me how can I not write every day? And what did those teachers do other that tell me that I was good, that I can do for my own students? Because even Oscar is great.

On the Verge of Diving into a Good Book

Death to anyone who says reading makes you a better writer.

Reading does not make me a better writer, it makes me read more.

::Runs off to go find out if Shea will find the great sword of Shannara::

On The Verge of Screaming

Its interesting really how I go and buy myself a tablet since I felt I write better by hand but never used it like that at all. And when my son broke it, yes he broke my new computer...I discovered that I cant write the story out in my notebook. I would do it on this computer but unfortunately this is the one that has a funny plug......

Which means that this computer will go through random shutdowns. Can you imagine the scream that would omit from me if I lost work....AGAIN.......

I did discover this summer however that I work better when I am surrounded by people who are writing or drawing. When I taught summer school I added so much to my book. Now I need to learn how to be able to work in the living room when Family Guy is on tv, and the baby insists on helping me type. I cant wait until we get into the house. My own room, I can just close the door and forget the fact that I have a family for a couple of hours while I type type type....

Not that I don't love them, but a girl needs her space.

On The Verge of Popping a Stitch

I know what it is...I can't write at home because I always think I hear the baby or I feel bad about the pile of dishes in my sink. I just can't concentrate on me!

And right now with my foot having 8 stitches in it and my inability to walk without limping, you would think that I could do this. Just ignore the table with the dinner plates on it and tell myself to just sit and write and do this for me but I can't.

Talking to someone through AIM though brought it home, do i refuse to finish because then I might fail?

On The Verge of Loving Coffee and Silence

I keep trying....

I sit down here at home, at my desk, on the couch with the laptop on my lap on my lap desk and I can't write. No matter what I do its not happening. Doesn't matter if I am all alone in the middle of the night and the baby is asleep, or its a beautiful day outside and ALL I want to do is sit outside in my chair...

Why is it that I can only write in Borders? Could it be that I need to be surrounded by books or is it simply the smell of coffee and the whisper of conversation around me that drives me on? Guess I will try and make coffee today see if it works. Until then though toodles!

On The Verge of Shame

I am so utterly ashamed to admit that I am behind on my goals for the month. It’s not that I don’t want to write, god knows that when I start I JUST CANT STOP. But it’s the whole getting started when I feel I am coughing up a lung that gets in my way. I know I should be able to beat it but honestly between the lack of air and the meds my head always feels fuzzy and I can’t focus.



My wall looks beautiful you guys, thanks to each and every one of you who responded to my needy e-mail. I will take a picture and post it on both of my social pages…myspace and facebook. I am really bad about updating that info but I will try to at least do that for you all.



Well I am at Borders, contemplating caffeine, and I have 3 magazine/newspaper ideas floating in my head. Tips for personal success….straighten the hair and dab on some lip gloss. As much as I hate to admit it, not worrying if the teenager behind me is wondering if a rat has taken residence in my hair helps the writing process. Go ahead and laugh, I did when I wrote that.toodles the valley awaits me!