How writing is comparable to being a doctor, lawyer or scientist

A lil wisdom from my momma

For the past few weeks I've had a knock down, drag-out time getting my toukus to the computer for some time to write. I'm frustrated at my story and this process called writing.

I thought I would share my mom's words for me because she's a genius.

"Regarding the dream you are pursuing with writing. Well, my dear, you could not have chosen a more difficult dream to pursue. Writing is one of the most challenging paths you could take as I believe it is right up there with MD, Lawyer and Scientist. Why? Because no matter how hard you study, prepare, review and edit-the outcome is unknown.

Why do they call it practicing Medicine or Practicing Law? Or even Scientists must experiment for the perfect outcome and we still haven't found a cure for the common cold. Writing is a fickle profession as some great books don't catch on and some very stupid ones become best sellers.

And not everyone is baring their soul to critics and editors-begging for a chance to have their manuscript read. Your strengths will get you to where you need to be. You cannot hide your gift or live in fear of what may happen."

Well said, Momma-cita. Time to get over myself, as my dear writing teacher so said, and get to work.

Guest Blogger Alert!

While our lovely Maegan is away on a trip to Wales that we are not jealous of, Lizz Miller, newly launched-into-life daughter of Me, will fill in. Lizz will post on July 26th, August 9th, and August 16th.  (Maegan will post from across the pond on August 2nd, for our Challenge of the Month.) This is Lizz's first foray into the blogosphere and we are happy to have her. Be nice.

"Never, never, never, never give up."

Sir Winston Churchill once described himself as having a "speech impediment" which he worked hard to overcome. After many years he finally stated, "My impediment is no hindrance."


The only way to fail at anything is by giving up.

Revenge-is it a smart choice?

Don't try this at home.

Revenge and I aren't a pair. And that's not to say I haven't tried to get even. No, I've once tried, I've just never succeeded. My angst started with a fireman. Oh, this guy was the shiznit but then again, isn't any fireman? Dude and I had a steamy connection. Blah, blah, you've heard the story before. Puppy love is good but goes sour quite rapidly. Anyways, on the day of revenge, I decided to key his car. Yeah, not the brightest idea. But then again, when am I bright in matters of the heart? Especially when heartbroken. So, on the night where I swear Zeus decided to have a free-for-all with weather, I am hunkered down next to the Fireman's divine Camaro. I'm barefoot (don't ask.) Little did I know, I plopped my foot into a swarming pile of ants. I had the key aimed and ready to strike his car. And the lil bugs decided to take a journey up my leg. Sure, I felt the tickling but I was so hyped up on the adrenaline , I didn't care. Needless to say, fireman's car remained intact. Me, well, not so much. Not only did I dance around like an idjut when I caught onto the ants but I also keyed my neck in the process. Looking back, I think Karma was sending me a direct message. When you choose to harm others, you'll get back what you sow ten-fold. Lesson learned-revenge and Russo do NOT mix. PS~ Please note I have officially retired my evil-doing ways. PPS~ Did you see the 3 alarm fire on the news this morning? Yeah, I was in that apartment complex for the night. No joke, freaking scary stuff.

Russo Incognito

Dear Readers:

In case you haven't noticed, our beloved Russo likes to write incognito. But Maegan and I want to be cognito. Since we can't get Russo to post a picture of herself, and since we want our blog to be consistent, it has been decided that Maegan and I shall post our own pictures of Russo. We really feel that you need to have some sort of mental picture as you read her posts. And just as Russo possesses a many-faceted personality, we shall present many faceted pictures. And hopefully by the end of all of this you'll be able to cobble together a relatively correct visual of her. Here's my first representation. Ladies and gentlemen, voilá Russo:

Delving into the Ungnown - Russo

July Challenge: Starting a Blog

Karma . . . or lack thereof. If you are blessed with the sucker then you are lucky. Truth is I have lousy karma.

Who I am now is NOT who I was ten years ago. I have been told I am nice. And I even heard the word endearing once. Oh, if they only knew.

I'm the girl who once told my roomate to cry in the bathroom
when she had a breakdown. The nerves in my hand are not
linked to my brain because seriously, if provoked I will punch you.

When talking about my life experiences, I often say, "Once upon a time." Frankly, I feel like my life has been split into two books. The heroine-yeah, that's me- has freaking brawled her way through life.

But not anymore, every two weeks I attend a support group.
I've also taken up athletics (instead of hitting people.)

The gnome that I am staring down is myself. And I have a LOT of
work to do if I am going to make up for my wrong deeds.

Time to get writing.

Things you must not do with fireworks

This is how the ghetto celebrates the 4th of July~
Light firework after firework and pray that you don't get scorched.

Dinner at my sisters home. Yeah, we weren't able to finish chow time as the sprinklers were set to timer. For the reason of tact, I won't show a pic of lil ol' me drenched.