I’ve began prepping for this year’s NaNoWriMo. Despite my social anxiety, I’d really like to make an effort to immerse myself in a supportive writing environment, which means, I could use some writing buddies. I joined forever ago (2012) and haven’t kept up. But I’m committed this year, really I am.
Why does it seem like it is so much more acceptable to flip on a tv or screen of some sort and passively allow someone else to share their vision of a story than it is to open up a book, read the words and create our own vision?
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day. What is World Suicide Prevention Day? According to the International Association for Suicide Prevention (IASP) website, it “is an opportunity for all sectors of the community – the public, charitable organizations, communities, researchers, clinicians, practitioners, politicians and policy makers, volunteers, those bereaved by suicide, other interested groups and individuals – to join with [them] to focus public attention on the needs of people at risk of suicide, suicide attempt survivors and people bereaved by suicide, with diverse activities to promote an understanding about suicide and highlight effective prevention activities.” This site is jam-packed with
September 10th, according to my calendar of obscure holidays, is National Swap Ideas Day. I didn’t want to just make an assumption about what that meant, so I let my fingers do the talking (walking?) and drilled Google to gather some answers. What is National Swap Ideas Day? One of over 1500 annually observed national days. Though I wasn’t able to find any definitive answer as to the creator of this national day, several sites suggested that it might have been Mr. Robert Birch, who they are also crediting with the creation of such other interesting days as Trivia Day,
This marks the second time I’ve gone ahead and just posted what I refer to as brain vomit. I don’t know what it is or where it comes from, but it just appears there, in my head, and I don’t know what to do with it, hence the term brain vomit. I recognize it’s crap. But I figure it must be trying to tell me something, show me something, or lead me to something. Anyone else struggle with nonsense brain vomit? when once she wandered to and fro, nothing to do, no where to go. battle-scarred and beaten down, emotionless, no