Sometimes good things happen to good people. I know, I know... it's hard to believe. Well, sit back, Blogtropolis, and let me tell you a little story... I work with a lady, let's call her Terry. Terry has worked in my office for a million years, since she was a teenager (she's in her 50's … Continue reading When Good Things Happen…
Where does the time go? I started Waiting on a Word four years ago. How did it get to be 2017? I'm sorry I haven't been around much because WOAW is still my favorite corner of my cyberworld. So where have I been? 2016 was a whirlwind. After starting a new day job, I … Continue reading Another year…!
In January of 2013, I started this blog and wrote a post. I hit "publish" even though I had zero followers and hadn't invited anyone to read it. Here's part of what I wrote: I don’t know where my ideas will come from, or if I will ever even have another one, never mind a … Continue reading Happy Blog-iversary WOAW!
I sit on my couch and watch the lights twinkle on the Christmas tree. I consider keeping it up all year because taking it down seems like a daunting task. Also, it's pretty. Little M., who's not so little anymore, smiles on the couch next to me, watching the iPad and playing with a toy. … Continue reading Just Being- For Now
I've been writing posts and keeping them in my drafts because I feel so incredibly self-centered talking about me, me, me all the time. Especially with everything going on in the world. But guess what? Here's another post about me. I tried checking out the Daily Prompts. There was one I liked about a mystery … Continue reading Do-Re-Mi, ME ME ME … Stuck on Me
Two years ago, I wrote a blog post on Halloween night discussing whether I should take part in NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. I did do NaNo that year and "won," meaning I wrote 50,000 words in the month of November. That first draft sucked. But for the next year and a half I worked … Continue reading Juggling November
If I Ran the World, The work week would be four days. People would be more efficient because they'd know they only have four days to get their work done, and they'd be grateful for the three-day weekends. Think about it. Grocery stores would be designed so you'd walk into the dry foods section, then … Continue reading If I Ran the World