Four minutes until 2006

Four minutes and counting.  Since I’ll likely forget later, Happy New Year, blog world!

Oy…

I will probably have more to say later but right now I just want to say that I’m frustrated with myself as a writer. I feel like I’ve hit a wall or something. I actually feel dumb and awkward. I wonder if this is normal.

Amidst the flames I found my wings

I’m writing again, which is good.  This time, I’m attempting my first historical fiction.  Now if I could just stick with it, and see a project through to the end for once I’ll be happy.  I have one other unfinished novel and another two waiting to be started, possibly three.  I just…sigh.

But I did find my wings again.

UGH UGH UGH…

Finding a desktop client that will work seamlessly with WordPress.com is turning into such a headache. Please tell me that there’s hope, and maybe even that a client is being worked on? That would be so sweet. Semagic doesn’t work, w.bloggar doesn’t work, and I refuse to pay for a client. Even the documentation seems vague I am hopeless, and such a non-techie. Thank god the website is easy, or I’d never get any posting done.

UGH.

Spoke too soon…

Spoke too soon about something, and was disappointed, at least for now.  I’m comforted that things will work out in the end.

I realize it is a fact of life that people don’t keep their word for whatever reason, but it still hurts just the same

Because it suits my mood…

I’m reposting something here I wrote a while ago, and I just thought it needed to be said.  Without further ado:
I am the woman in the wheelchair who sits for four hours in a state clinic because private doctors who take Medicaid are dwindling.
I am the mother who has to bounce from pediatrician to pediatrician because no doctor I’ve found will treat my child as a human being.
I’m the person on crutches who has to miss a vital doctor’s appointment because their cab was late.
I’m the kid in school who got called names because the other kids thought I was different.
I’m the caregiver who has to deal with a despondant and/or combative person on a daily basis because it’s tougher to get services.  There are too many barriers and not enough advocates.
I’m the person who can’t get help because I “make too much” even though I don’t work.
I’m the person who sits at a table in a restaurant and gets more stares than a movie star because of how I eat/drink, and who I’m with.
I’m the person who gets stares of wonder when I tell them I smoke, drink, have sex,or what have you and have someone(s) in my life who love me.
I’m the person who has been institutionalized because I was considered “different” and I should be “locked away”
I’m the person who can finally live on their own, and in their own home because people cared enough to help me defy the odds.
I’m the sibling who fought against the other kids so that my disabled brother/sister could see that there are good people in the world besides our family.
I’m the activist who won’t remain quiet until all people with disabilities are seen AS PEOPLE rather than entities that are shuffled from place to place with rights just like everyone else.
I’m the person who can’t get into a woman’s shelter because there are none that are accessible.
I’m the person who has to be treated with eggshells because the support system has no experience dealing with a survivor that happens to be disabled, regardless of gender.
I am the person who has to fight for what others take for granted.
I am the person who doesn’t want pity, but gets it anyway because of my disability.
I am the person who has to say, “No thank you, I can do it myself.” and mean it, because people don’t seem to take me seriously.

I wrote this, because I felt it need to be said.  Feel free to repost if you like, just credit me please.  Thanks.

I think I’m awake…now where’s my damn coffee?

Hi! I’m here, just SO not awake…

So what do I do now? Relocate here, or just plain start over?

I’m thinking, new year, new start.

I’ll still have my LJ (LiveJournal) but I think it’s time to say farewell to Typepad.

So, what’s it like around here?