“Superpower Sunday! If you had a superpower – what would it be? How would you use it?” This was supposed to be easy. Why isn’t this easy?!?!? Mind reading? Hell no. Because I don’t carry the weight of the world’s problems personally at ALL. *shifty eyes* Superhuman strength? Dude. For what? Flame On! Um, insurance liability? No thank you. Super elasticity? *cringe* With my luck I’d get an arm stuck in a revolving door and get…nope. Flying? Don’t care. Nowhere to go. Invisibility? Yeah, because I want to feel even MORE invisible with an invisible disease. Hulk Smash? Now, that…
#HAWMC Day 5 “Are you all about 180 characters or less? Do you enjoy shooting the perfect photo? Or perhaps love sharing posts on Facebook.What’s your favorite platform to get your voice heard and why?” Can you hear me now?? Hmmm. This one is tricky. I’m going to have to go with Facebook, but being the social media diva that I endeavour to be, I really have just been cross-posting across platforms this year. Again, reasons. Not that I’ve entirely lost my mo-jo, no…but that I just…hmmm…how to put it? Am I even being heard? *frowny face of wrinkly agitation*…
So Day 4’s prompt was kinda/sorta/maybe similar to one used a couple of years ago, and I’m gonna use what I wrote then, minor-ly edited, because I think it’s actually kind of amazing to see the thought process and how I recognize the similarities I still hold about that day… “Do you remember the day you were diagnosed? Perhaps you were scared, felt alone and surely you had tons of questions. Write a letter to yourself for the day you were diagnosed, knowing all you do now.” Go, Go Truth-erHero!!! “I am the terror, that *spazzyjigs* in the night,…
#HAWMC Day 3: “Quotation Inspiration. Find a quote that inspires you (either positively or negatively) and free write about it for 15 minutes.” Holy sweet mother of snickerdoodles, Batman!! GAH! Not that I’m on any kind of pity pot, I’m not. I swear it. But unless you’re coffee or guinea pigs, I really am uncomfortable with the rainbows’n’puppies’n’kittens’n’shit this week. o.O Just the chaos of my reality at the moment, I suppose. Existing at the rate of several “wtf’s” per second. Subsisting on coffee and Clonazepam. This shall pass. It always does. There’s the escapism of pet therapy and “Colour!”…
I’m laughing a little bit harder than I should at today’s #HAWMC Day 2 prompt: “Every great writer has their own process! What’s the blogging process look like for you? Do you set aside time each week to write or do you wait until the inspiration hits? Do you finish a post in one night or use the week to perfect it? Do you edit your blogs or just hit publish? Whatever it is you do, it’s unique to you and we want to learn about it.” Cuz, well…2016 can take a flying leap off my left boob. Which, incidentally,…
I admit I’ve been stupendously lax in my writing this year. A thing happened, I attributed it to posting about a very important and extremely traumatic event that occurred wayyyyyyy back in January, and I’ve associated my writing with the loss of friendships in direct (and epic) proportions. Also, I’ve reached a limit. I don’t actually know what that limit is, but it sure as shit is in regards to health and lupus and the asshatery (totally a word) of managing The Everything within the context of my reality. What better way to get back into the throes of highlighting…