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.

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…

Ok, so, I’m trying to put some content here, so I’m just going to blab for a while…


My dyingwithstyle journey through blogland begins. I’m excited.

Dying With Style

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I’ve actually been blogging for a while as the hobbler, but this is my attempt at being professional, in as professional as this CDC can get.

I needed a way to interact with people around the world who aren’t afraid to die with style. Before you psychos out there get any ideas, I believe in living each day as if it was your last, and not necessarily planning your own, and certainly not planning anyone else’s death.

I do believe that living with death in mind is important for living life to the fullest and making the most of the time you have.

Alright sleep is calling my name. Interact people. Comment. Blogging is much more fun if there’s lots of interaction, and I’m sure anyone who reads this has a story to tell, so let me get to know you. Thanks!

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Ode to my Surface Pro


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Ode to Surface Pro

I see you looking at me from across the room

You can’t get enough of me, can you?

You want to feel my fingers all over you

You want to bask in the heat of my gaze

You want me to push your every button

So you can gently respond.

Begging me for more…

You glory in me ripping you apart

And slapping you back together

 

Even now you bend to my every whim

I tease you with my touch before

Tearing you apart and leaving you broken

While I eat my food and watch a show

I’ll take my sweet time but eventually

I will hold you and bring you together again.

 

Soon, you beg for a different type of touch

The whip I use on you every night

Lights you up like the fourth of July

But still, you beg for it, day and night

You hunger for that whip.

So I will end these strokes of pleasure

And feed my love the whip she craves

 Okay, 7%, I get it…

 

No Sex Please: We’re Disabled


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When I was about fifteen or so, I was scrolling through some disability-related books, not paying much attention to most of them. I became very alert, however, when I stumbled across a book (whose title escapes me) about society’s puritanical de-sexualization of wheelchair users. The book also delved into the experiences of other physically disabled populations, exploring the myth that we are not and do not want to be sexual creatures. This was a new idea to me, or so I thought. But, as I continued to read, I realized it wasn’t new at all.

I cast my mind back to a family trip to Mexico when I was about thirteen. This is well past the age when girls generally become convinced that kissing someone would be more fun than icky, and I was experiencing a tame awakening of my own around that time. As my sister and I walked…

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