M.A.D

Joined January 2021

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I currently live in a small town with my husband, 3 kids, and my cat. I hope to publish a few children's books this year.

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Organized Writers?
With the vast knowledge stored inside a writer's head it's hard to understand why they are so disorganized. I understand it because I am a writer. When a writer opens their eyes in the morning they suck in all the tiny details of the day. Every person we meet could be a potential character. We could express every color we see and every sound we hear. You will often see a writer with a hundred tiny notebooks scribbling away at any given moment. What's in these notebooks you ask? Thoughts for a new story line, characteristics of a person they saw, the feel of the day, or a detailed description of the bark on a tree. How does one keep all these thoughts organized?
By M.A.D3 years ago in Motivation
The obvious
I awoke early to work on my new book before the kids woke-up for school. I enjoyed watching the sun rise, pink over the field from my bay window. I made myself a cup of tea and opened my computer. I logged into my email in hopes of finding a literary agent interested in my work and not another rejection letter. I knew rejection letters were part of the business, but I could use some good news. Finding the right agent and publishing house would take a while. That's when I saw it.
By M.A.D3 years ago in Humans
The witching year
Six years ago, I spent months deathly ill. My body was shutting itself down. It started slowly. I had pins and needles throughout my body. My skin hurt to touch. My mind went fuzzy until I couldn’t remember basic words like cup. I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t shower myself, I couldn’t put on my shoes. If I fell down, I was stuck there until someone found me. Try sitting on a toilet seat with your bum numb or tingling. I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t walk. Yes, my feet were numb, but I knew they were there. I knew how to walk. Why did I have to feel them to get them to hold my weight? I saw specialist after specialist. No one knew what was wrong with me. I was dying. There was still too much to do, I couldn’t leave my husband and children behind. I had to find a way to heal myself If the doctors couldn’t.
By M.A.D3 years ago in Longevity
Anne with an E
The NetFlix series Anne with an E, is my guilty pleasure! It is based on Lucy Maud Montgomery’s books, Anne of Green Gables, and the movies. I’ve read the books and watched the movie since I was a little girl. So naturally, when the series came out I was super excited. Even though this is a kids show based pre-WWII and was cancelled; I can’t help but to watch it over and over again. Whenever I have a bad day, I sit down with a drink in one hand and the remote in the other ready to turn on, you guessed it, Anne of Green Gables. At this point, my husband and kids go running from the room.
By M.A.D3 years ago in Geeks
Six barrels of death
Dear Diary If I die tonight, I hope someone good finds you and reads my story. I shoved my little black book that say’s recipes back into my pocket. I leave my keys in the car as I close the door, knowing I’d probably never see it again. I was getting tired and my feet were sore. It was a long time since I had to walk six miles. My head was going a mile a minute. My plan was solid. I hoped. I just had to keep going.
By M.A.D3 years ago in Criminal
Good deeds sparks more good deeds.
I am very lucky, my neighbor is also an amazing friend of mine. We lived in low-income brick apartments. The kind people only live in when they have no other options. She was very excited that her cousin was moving across the street from us with his two children. A week passed and we were sitting outside talking when one of the children came over and asked for help. She had forgotten her key at school and needed the spare key to get into her apartment. I noticed she was in shorts and not wearing a coat. It was two weeks before Christmas and chilly outside. I asked the girl where her coat was and she looked confused. My friend explained her family only spoke spanish and they've never been anywhere cold before. I went for the walk to the girls apartment. Once I was inside, I realized they had very little even for where we lived. They had a pull out couch their father slept on, a small t.v, a rickety kitchen table with no chairs, and barely any dishes. The children slept in one room with mattresses on the floor and throw blankets. They didn't have any sheets or heavy blankets. The families story was even worse.
By M.A.D3 years ago in Humans

M.A.D

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Organized Writers?

The obvious

The witching year

Anne with an E

Six barrels of death

Good deeds sparks more good deeds.

Stories (6/0)