It’s a good time to prioritize


I’m not sure what will happen with my freak out, but what it helped me to realize is that I need to prioritize my life.

This might take some time…

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I’m taking a moment to have a meltdown


My story made the front page.

I was just on the news.

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Life in general is amazing in so many ways.

So why am I melting down?

I make bad decisions frequently. I’m kicking myself for the latest, and trying to adjust to the realization that I’m a lot like a flame.

People see me for miles dancing around. I can bring warmth and excitement. Hopefully my ideas will catch and spread.

However, it’s dangerous for people to get too close. I need a way that people can see the flame and feel the warmth, without getting burned, which seems to be the inevitable result.

I feel the most responsible thing to do is to build some kind of clear firewall. I just can’t let it snuff out the flame.

Spirit of OWFI


It’s your book
And it’s up to you
To make your novel
Dreams come true.

Tomorrow will be
Today soon
It’s time to make
The readers swoon.

Tug those heartstrings
Make them cry
Or give them wings
So they can fly.

It’s your story
To be told
There’s no such thing
As “I’m too old”.

The conference is
All done and gone
But the lessons learned
Can still live on.

And so until
Next year we meet
Buckle into
Your author’s seat.

Party Prep


I’ve been riding around town in my wheelchair collecting gift cards, coupons, and other tokens of appreciation for the wives and kids of the Moore Police Department.

On August 2nd, I’m throwing them a party.


GameStop donated some minifigures which I think I’m going to paint a little star on and give them to the kids as “heroes to hold” when their dads are gone being heroes elsewhere.

Temperature


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Sometimes I feel my emotional temperature rising. Minor irritation turns to annoyance turns to frustration and I feel anger’s heat approaching.

This time I managed to stop and recognize the temperature change for what it is. an opportunity to learn more about myself and others and about the interactions between us all. I survived. This time…

Reality 


I thought you were never going to disappear.

Again…

I thought you loved me too;

At least in some weird way.

I thought we were meant to be.

We were, 

If only for a moment.

We needed each other.

Guess we don’t anymore.

Or do we?

I guess I’ll never know

Or will I?

The choice is yours.

I’ll always love you.

But I’m tired of always being the one

To reach out,

To miss you,

To think about us

If there ever was an us

Perhaps you were a figment of my imagination all along

Never really real.

Is anything?