When this year started, I had huge, wonderful plans for this blog.
Post three times a week, minimum.
Participate in every free-write flash fiction compilation I could find.
Discuss current submissions out for publication at least once a month.
Maybe even bring some life things into play.
Something about best laid plans should go here, I think.
It’s July 1 now.
Half the year is over.
Lots has happened.
Much of life has been eaten away by being lost in the dark clouds of depression and anxiety.
It’s still less than optimal, really.
But the theoretical clouds do seem to be lessening a bit.
I’m not sure if it’s a temporary lift or something more permanent.
May as well take the opportunity while it’s here.
I’ll work on it.
Turning the page on a new calendar is always somewhat monumental for me.
A new year. Like a blank page, stretching out in front of me, waiting for my mark to be made.
All I have to do is pick up my pen…
I have adventures coming up.
The passport-requiring sort.
But first… I will write.
Regular communication resuming soon (theoretically).
There’s a chance this will fail marvelously again.
Then again, there’s a chance I’ll actually succeed in posting and writing here.
Also, NaNoWriMo is starting again this Sunday, so I have a reason.
I’m going to try. I can’t promise. But I’m going to try.
Adventures are coming up.
Watch this space.
Yes, I know, it’s Monday and I’m just barely posting Friday Fictioneers now. Remember how I talked about that trouble meeting goals thing? I’m working on it. It’s a process. Plus I was Very Busy all weekend. (No, for real. I’ll tell you more on Wednesday).
To say I’m a wee tiny bit behind on my life is an understatement of the highest degree. I’m off to catch up with that a bit more now (at 10:30PM at night.)
copyright David Stewart
Ever have one of those weeks where everything gets away from you, no matter how carefully you have it all planned?
That’s what happened to Wednesday’s blog.
But in super-awesome news: everyone send congratulations to Katie over at Modern Mommy on the arrival of her beautiful baby girl, Savannah!
Let’s get to the story, shall we?
The Last Days of Summer
copyright Jennifer Pendergrast
I thought about doing a pithy something or other for today’s post, but I just couldn’t.
My friend’s daughter Liberty is very sick.
She only just turned five at the end of August.
Diffuse Intrinsic Pontine Glioma is even scarier than it sounds. It’s a pediatric cancer – a rare one at that – in which a tumor grows around the base of the brain stem.
Without radiation treatment, Liberty has six months. The prognosis with radiation extends her time out to an additional two years.
She only just turned five.
Liberty’s first radiation treatment is Tuesday. In support, we are all wearing red. Or something with Hello Kitty. Or both, if possible.
Consider supporting her, too. She needs all the support she can get.
Love for Liberty Facebook Group
Family Indiegogo Support Page
I can set goals like a champion.
Meeting them on time? I’m still working on that.
ANYWAY. Friday Fictioneers time!
copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I said back in July that I was possibly getting myself on some sort of blogging schedule.
This post is proof positive of that goal. I’ve been working with Katie over at Modern Mommy to set up her own blogging schedule before her new baby decides to make an appearance; my own little piece of the internet began to look pretty shabby in the process.
So. Theoretically, of course. I have a new set schedule for writing, blogging, and all the other such things you may or may not find on WordPress.
MONDAYS will be anything that’s happened over the weekend. This will most likely be short fiction, and most likely from Chuck Wendig’s prompts, but if something big comes up life or otherwise it’ll show up here.
WEDNESDAYS will be actual blogging content. Shockingly, I have Opinions on things and I tend to like to share them (as anyone who follows my twitter feed has likely seen). It could be a heavy diatribe on the state of the world as I see it. Or it could just be cute pictures of Charlotte and my cat. It’s a loose goal.
FRIDAYS will forever be for Friday Fictioneers. Because it’s Friday Fictioneers.
There may or may not be posts during the rest of the week, but I doubt it.