FYBF - The Early Hours

I have no idea what the theme will be for today's FYBF. I have no inkling of what I should be writing of. It is 4.30 in the morning and I am up insolently insomniacing again.




I do not suffer from this as frequently as I once did, or maybe it is a lull in my slackening sleep cycle... a minute respite in the big scheme of my life? But it does not matter, for here and now I am awake once more.

I am not here often nowadays. The driven need for the written word has left me; well, that and the fact that I am quite aware of the poisonous eyes who peruse these pages, yearning for a tainted titbit, a morsel of information they can take and twist, a last minute grasp of evil to be used before we leave the school by which we are connected.
 *Waves* Grins* Laughs at how powerless and small these amoeba women are*

My life and the joy in it must seriously frustrate the fuck out of those two.

Life moves on.

It is 4.30am.

My younger son, for all the turmoil of this year and the actions of those who should know better, aced his Year 7 NAPLAN. Seriously ACED. My older son is blossoming more and more, thriving in the hothouse nature of his small private high school, the nurturing, student-focused, positive atmosphere suiting him to a tee. And he has a lead role in the local drama group's play. My son with ASD has a LEAD ROLE IN A PROFESSIONAL PRODUCTION.

I still miss my mum.

Oh, and my body is aging faster than my paper years. Which is why I wrote this:

*Madmother Ode*

I went off to me doctor

To get me bits all right

She prodded and she poked

Those bits all outa sight

Made me go have pictures

Of inside and of out

Drained me of my blood stuff

(All Twilight fans be proud)

Then she sat me down hard

Solemn and so glum

Told me I was broken

And need to stop me fun

Revealed my knees are dodgy

Some new ones needed soon

And no more derby dancing…

Well, that threw me into gloom

She hauled me off my grog too

Many, many months ago

But whilst my liver smiles more

There’s still a way to go

But I ain’t some little fairy

Not delicate and such

Not gonna go so quietly

It’s time to make a fuss

So, knees just suck it up loves

And liver, you’ll be fine

And if the pain is too much

I’ll just increase the wine!

~Copyright Madmother~

Apologies to those who already read it on FB.

Enough of the drivel. It is now nearly 5am and I am waiting for the sun to rise. We need to order water. We need to go to work. We need to ready the boys for the last day of the second last term of the year.

That is all folks. Toodles!

Ink Paper Pen - Romance? Seriously?

"I can't stress how important it is that we behead this fiend."

Oh Lordy, missed last week what with sick kids, extra kids, stocktake, school holidays and end of financial year. Come back hoping to find time to delve in and what do I find? A romance prompt. Yes, I do read it it (nothing better than a good bodice ripper) but sure as shit can't write it.

*Sniff* Not happy Jan.

But will give it a shot if I get time (damnit kids, where are you with some distractions excuses reasons for not completing this when I need you?).

Oh, and rules are:

• The Write On Wednesdays Rules: First of all, I am not a big fan of rules. Feel free to get creative with the writing exercises. But please try to visit the other members of Write On Wednesdays to leave a comment. You can grab the button for Write On Wednesdays from my sidebar.
• Write On Wednesdays Exercise 4: A Masterclass in Fibrotown: Let's keep the timed theme. Write Allison's prompt at the top of your page. Set your timer for 5 minutes and write the first words that come into your head after your writing prompt. Stop when the buzzer rings! Do this exercise over and over if you wish.

Some of us are starting to see recurring themes/characters (Feisty Girl, for example) in their writing pieces so feel free to continue on from your previous posts. And consider exploring the world of flash fiction competitions...a great genre for aspiring writers like us!
Things to think about:

• If you would like the other members of W.O.W to give criticism on your writing pieces feel free to mention this at the end of your post. It would help if you can specifically pinpoint the areas for feedback.
• This is a learning process for me too. I started W.O.W because I wanted to get better at writing. I don't have all (any?!) of the answers so please contact me with your ideas and comments!

Will be back if I can fake it get to it.

Madmother? Wasn't she...

That woman who had a blog? Oh, hang on, didn't she have more than one? Wonder whatever happened to her?

Yeah - that's the one. Cheeky devil, but I think that photo is from quite a few years back when she still had her spunk and spark. Wonder where she is now, she just seemed to vanish into the ether...

Oh well, I'll just move on to the next blog that tickles my fancy.

Ever wonder if this is what will happen to you? So many bloggers seem to come and go, the blog muse is a fickle creature who abandons even the most prolific of us. Remember Kellyansapansa? Kellywhat I hear some newer folk asking? Kellyansapansa was a shining beacon in blogworld until moving onto other lives. Melissa at Things I'd Tell You is another popular blogger who has hit the real life sucks wall. And as for me, well I didn't even have the energy to go to most of my writing course let alone blog. *Sigh*.

Destined to become a mere passing comment in years to come... "Madmother? Oh, yeah, I remember her..."

To The Writers Out There

How do you write if you have no emotional reserves? Even posting on this blog holds little interest for me, let alone undertaking the work I need to be doing for my writing course.

I am caught up with life commitments, but know this is a reality others still produce work in. So, how do you do it? What helps you forge on through?

How do I break from this silence?

Writer's Brick Wall.

I can use all the excuses in the world: no emotional reserves, I'm worn out, I've too many committments to find the words... But I have to get past this and push through the wall. Any ideas?

Of course it would help if I had a work space or writing place like this:

*sigh*

Instead of this:

attempting to write her way out of the box:

Nothing

I have nothing. Blog block big time.

Well?

Am trying to work my way out of this black funk, determined to keep blogging even though my mojo has packed its bags and run as fast and as far as it can.

You just may have to wade your way through a quagmire of tedium for a while.

I AM feeling rather Doryish these days...

So, Have You Been Wondering...

where I is? Me too. Blogging mojo, otherwise known as blojo, is caput! Big Boy had major meltdown over my time spent in laptop world, assignments for Boy 1 and Boy 2 have kicked in big time, rain is causing mass destruction in homelands...And I am feeling *meh*. Keep starting posts and then losing all my motivation PLUS my train of thought.

Maybe when the sun shows its face, when school mellows out, when our driveway is fixed and all the other insurance damage cleaned up, I will be back operating at full steam ahead. For now....

The Blojo Thief Part 1

Rumours were flying around the small, select fraternity of bloggers, something or someone had struck fear in the group's hearts.  No-one could pinpoint the exact time it occurred, but each quivered with terror, would they would be next?  It had all began when Melissa had raised the alarm a few days previously, but now a second victim had tentatively come forward... Another young, beautiful, talented and usually prolific blogger, with her admission candida had unwittingly revealed a pattern. Striking quickly, quietly and with terrifying victim precision we had become the targets of a blogging mojo thief. A blojo bandit. Phrases, words, and inspiration stolen only from those with completely honed skills, their most precious possession, gone. Whatever or whomever this blojo brigand was, their taste was unimpeachable. Who would be next? What rambling writer would awaken to an empty heart, and a paused keypad?

Our gathering needed answers, and we needed them fast. Our girls wanted their mojo back!

   ... or is it?