Look for me under the bed

No, I’m not looking for one of my cats.  Not looking for a pair of missing shoes.  Not hiding from my cleaning lady, or anyone else.  And I’m definitely not fullmoondusting thoroughly, either.

I’m just responding to a recent WordPress Daily Prompt:  “When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are.  Describe this new you.”

It’s not that I’m so different.  It’s not like I turn into a werewolf or anything.  It’s not like I get drunk after only one glass of wine, when the moon’s full.  Or start behaving like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.

No, it’s nothing like that.  I am just aware of its presence.  Even if I don’t look up and see it.  I just know it’s there.  Hanging over me like a curtain.  A weight.  A pressure.  A weirdness.  A nuisance.  A trouble-maker.  A Continue reading

Did you miss me?

Just kidding.  Couldn’t resist.  I know it’s only been two days.  I’ve enjoyed my two days off, I must say.  It did give me a chance to clear my head.  I didn’t versatile bloggerrealize I needed it until Wednesday, when I had no blog post to worry about.  It was very nice to be able to roll over and go back to sleep for a little while.  Without having to think.

By yesterday, though, I couldn’t help myself.  Ideas for blogs started permeating my thoughts.  And now, here I am, back at it.  And very happy to be here.

You may, or may not, have noticed there’s something missing.  I’m not keeping track of days.  No need to now.  The other difference is, this story does NOT have a 2-word headline.  That was another challenge I gave myself with the original 365.  I proved I could do Continue reading

Day 345. A Byline

My friend, Marilyn, is probably the only person, outside of myself, who knows what I’m about to tell you.  Not that there’s any reason for it to be a deep, dark secret.journalist  It’s just something I’ve never talked about, before.

Have no idea why, either.

And the only reason I’m mentioning it now is, because of a recent WordPress Daily Prompt:  “If one experience or life change results from you writing your blog, what would you like it to be?”

I don’t even have to think about it.

You all know I’ve spent my career in advertising.  As a copywriter and creative director.  It’s what I always wanted to do, from the time I was a very young girl.  I’ve worked for some of the largest agencies in the world, on some of the best brands.  And I’ve had a fabulous career.

No complaints.

But outside of the industry, I’ve not been taken seriously, as a writer.  None of us are.  It’s not really a reflection Continue reading

Day 331. Hmmmm … Hmmmm …

What to do? What to do? Which do I choose? Door Number One? Two? Three? Decisions, decisions. Left? Or right? This? That? Or the other? Yes? Or no? choices Here? There?

Sorry. Certainly not everywhere.

Think again. So many choices. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Too much of a good thing, you know? What to do, what to do? It happens to the best of us. What’s the right decision? What are the consequences, should the wrong decision be made?

Another thought-provoking idea from the WordPress Daily Prompt team: “Pinpoint a moment in your past where you had to make a big decision. Write about that other alternate life that could have unfolded.”

None of us can ever escape unscathed. None of us can get through life without having to make tough

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Day 322. No Goodbye

Yesterday Kate over at Views & Mews By Coffee Kat wrote an interesting post.  It’s about how she misses the friends she’s made here, on WordPress, who no longersmoke blog.  Fellow bloggers who became followers of hers and vice versa.  It made me think of similar experiences I’ve had.

This is a funny, interesting little world we inhabit, for as many hours a week as we spend on our own blogs, and those of others.  We get to know each other quite well, when you consider we don’t ever see each other in the traditional ways.  We don’t go for coffee or lunch or dinner.  We don’t talk on the phone or go for walks or go shopping together.

Not that we wouldn’t if we lived in the same cities.  In fact, I’m sure we would.  But we live all over the place.  Different cities.  And even different continents.  I have met a fellow blogger for coffee twice, because we both Continue reading