The Search for a Cure

Hello out there! I'm sending a message out into the void, hoping that there's life beyond my own fingertips. I'm hoping to use this space as a way to make my writing mean something, even if it's just to me. It's an exploration of ideas, a furthering of my thoughts, a comma at the end of a sentence that pushes me to keep going. I hope you find a laugh or two and if I'm really good, I'll make you cry!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Stupid stupid STUPID!

This book is killing me. I'm finally about half way through it and it gets more annoying as I go along. Really, I think the plot itself would be ok if not for the horrid writing. So, Bella's off to an unknown destination with Edward. We got to hear a completely useless exchange between the two of them as to why she had to drive her car. Charlie would know. Can't tell Charlie who she's going with. If he saw her car still home, he'd wonder. They had this elaborate back and forth about how Edward would get to her house without his car. Who cares? Not relevant! Why can't they just get going already? If her car would have been some necessary addition to their little outing in the meadows of Washington, fine. But IT DOESN'T! Oh, and if I hear one more thing about the fabulous Phoenix weather, I'm flushing this book down the toilet. She mentions this blouse that she wears in Phoenix "in the dead of winter". Um, there's no such thing. Phoenix has...
Read more

Jeremiah Jones

Image
I wasn't dressed for the barns.  I had meetings scheduled.  The superintendent of the Scranton School District.  A volunteer group from Baker Tilly.  An onboarding call with our Google Ad Grant manager.  I was dressed for business meetings--a dress, hair up, fancy-ish shoes, my squisher-inner (y'all know what that is).  But when I arrived in the Art Barn on Thursday, before I could even radio to the team that I was on-site, I heard the news.  Jeremiah Jones, our biggest "big" pig, was vomiting and foaming at the mouth.  I stopped and listened.  He'd been given medication to help with his pain.  It was taking effect.  It wasn't alarming at this point but Dr. Interlandi was monitoring him.   I assumed this would change the course of the day.  I began to mentally prepare.  Indra would want to be with him.  Meetings would be moved, cancelled or rescheduled.  I might need to handle them myself.  This wa...
Read more

The dawn is DEAD!

Holy bad writing Batman! I can not say enough bad things about Twilight. The least of which is that I'm so very glad to have finally finished it. I will not be reading the other books in the series. I can't say it's the worst book I've ever read--that prize goes to any number of Stephen King books. I took the dreadful book to the hospital and EVRY nurse that came into my room practically swooned--"Are you reading Twilight? Don't you just LOVE IT!" Um, no. As a matter of fact, I HATE IT. They all seemed to understand my reasons, and one nurse did share my general "What's the big deal about this book" attitude. I can see why the movie will do well--they'll skip the first 300 pages and get right to the action, and hopfully they won't fade to black when anything remotely interesting happens. Sigh! Oh well. I've moved on to a classic--I need something to remind me that good writing is out there, even if I have to go back to the 19th ce...
Read more