Tuesday, April 3, 2018

#NaPoWriMo Day Three: What Flavor Are Your Scooby Snacks?

Rutabaga-Banana-Colada
Sun-dried-celery beef chutney
Garlic cheese grits?

So many choices
what motivates a great dane
to solve mysteries?

Tumeric quinoa expresso
or the maligned zucchini squid?
Fat free snickerdoodle!

(getting dark now)
Have one full of doubt
here's self-loathing.

(how about motivational)
#BestDayEver! #GoalDigger
#HustleBossLady

No, nope, no.
Too much pressure from stickers
or my brain.

I just want
cheddar potato flavored scooby snacks
and sweet tea.

h.
written: 4/3/18 for NaPoWriMo/ GloPoWriMo

What the hell just happened there? I am really out of practice with the words. But, I am on target, just like Gold Leader.

Monday, April 2, 2018

Na/GloPoWriMo Starting a Couple of Days Behind

Early Bird (hahahahaha)

May the Love Be With You

Long time ago
My one true General Princess
My first hero.

heidi
written: 4/2/18 for Na/GloPoWriMo

So we were supposed to write a love letter to a thing. I chose a person who I still adore and miss. All y'all who are a little short for a Stormtrooper know who I am talking about.
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Day One

I Have No Secrets

 No naughty pleasures
Or any shame that isn't
there to see.

heidi
written: 4/2/18 for Na/GloPoWriMo

I really need to figure out how to download the NaPo and GloMo buttons on my kindle. I really miss my laptop since my dogs ate it and the desktop just yells at me.
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Day Two

A Mean Voice

Not good enough
Try  harder, you aren't trying
You'll always fail.

heidi
written: 4/2/18 for Na/GloPoWriMo

Blah! Time to go watch the Doctor and Bill fight some evil. One quick question before I go, though. Does anyone else think of Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd whenever you see a line of asterisks like above?

Go check out the other participants at www.NaPoWriMo.net !

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Anybody Still Reading Me?

Hey y'all! I got a new Kindle Fire and a keyboard! I may actually get to spend some time here and get some writing done! Woohoo!

MWAH!

heidi

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Nothing To Watch

When I was a little girl
I would lie awake alone
at night
afraid and lonely
battling with all of the thoughts
that said I was never good enough.
And I would wish for the time
when I would be grown up
and not have to think those thoughts
or at least have someone I chose there with me
to tell me it was okay.
Someone to be with.
If not that, then at least I could get up and watch TV.
But here I am.
All grown up.
With a house full of people I love,
but they are all asleep.
Even the puppy resting on my feet.
And I still feel so alone and lonely.
With nothing I want to watch on the
TV.

heidi
written: 3/11/17


Depression and Anxiety are really getting on my fucking nerves, y'all.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

#GAF Days 7 Through 19.








Y'all may have to turn up the volume a little. I was outside for catch up day.

heidi

Friday, January 6, 2017

#GAF Day 5 and Day 6

Let's combine these together. I may, after this week, just post a week of videos in one post.  But, since this isn't the end of the week yet ...

Day 5




Day 6

heidi

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

#GAF Day 4

Hot and fresh on-time fucks.





heidi

#GAF Day 3

A few out of focus fucks.



heidi

#GAF Day 2

Day 2






Where We Grow
     The smell in the air when she woke let her know it was time to plant. It was a big responsibility being the grower of fucks. And it was one that she loved. After her breakfast, she took the old wooden box that held the precious fuck seeds and opened it. From these tiny, blue seeds, so many fuck plants would grow and bloom and spread their fuck bounty over the world. The little fuck flowers were periwinkle, her favorite color. Once planted, they spread across the globe refilling the world with fuck. After the flowers faded, she walked the Earth gathering the little, blue fuck seeds and waited for the air to notify her of the next planting season. It was her who ensured there were always fucks to give when needed. It was how she helped people retain her humanity, with these little fuck flowers. Now it was time to get to work. It was time to sow the fucks. 

heidi
written: 1/3/17

I had a request to put my fucks in story form, so here's a try.










Monday, January 2, 2017

My Goal For 2017

I want to give all the fucks.






The video quality sucks big time because I ended up on my kindle because my desktop is frustrating, my laptop screen was eaten by my puppies and I forgot to charge the batteries to my camera. :( But that's okay. I don't have to give a fuck about that today because I already gave all the fucks!


Man, I look scary there. Let's see if my vanity will let me post this.

Happy New Year y'all!

heidi