Tuesday, September 28, 2021

Mes crazy expériences: WeWriWar 365: The House at The Crossing 73

Mes crazy expériences: WeWriWar 365: The House at The Crossing 73:   Hello everybody and welcome for a new Sunday of writing with  Weekend Writing Warrior  and  Snippet Sunday ! How are you doing?  Let's...

Sometimes it feels that way when I read my old work, like I have lost the part of myself that breathed magic into those stories.

Thursday, September 23, 2021

Kestril's Rhythms and Groove: Becoming

Kestril's Rhythms and Groove: Becoming: Amid the soup of my innards, I am searching for hints of what I may yet be. Nothing is familiar in these runny remains of a life that no lon...

Nothing is familiar
in these runny remains
of a life that no longer exists.

I resonate with this. For most of my adult life, I was my work. Then my health started to decline and eventually I got fired. I found other work, but eventually, my physical abilities declined too much. 

Just as I was starting to get used to me, more crap gets thrown my way to make me ashamed of what I am again.

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Guerrero Words: I See You

Guerrero Words: I See You: Bright souls terrify the weak-minded and weaker-hearted, the too self-blinded to notice glitter-shrouded gloom which senseless fear illu...

I think I had a bright soul once when I was young. There were a lot of people who were determined to snuff the spark right out. Now the only thing that can make it flare is outrage.

Friday, September 17, 2021

Abra-Ca-Duh, I Answered an Old Question


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Note: I am combining the questions from the Open Book Blog Hop with today's entry in my 30-day log that I'm creating by working through Self-Help Sucks by Tony Blankenship. https://amzn.to/3sCWA9q

I just realized that this was an old blog hop. I'll post my answers here anyway.

Day 19

17 September 2021

Spirit of the Universe, please set aside everything I think I know about myself, about my story, about my need for validation, and especially about you, Universe, so that I may have an open mind and a new experience with myself, with my story, with my need for validation, and with you, Universe. Please help me to see the truth. Amen.

I am having trouble remaining consistent with this project. I’ve noticed that the middle of the month tends to be an absolute fucking black hole. A whole bunch of things seem to hit in the middle of the month. Perhaps the beginning of the month starts out hopeful, and at the end of the month I feel like, “well, thank fuck that shit’s over with.” It’s always the middle when I have emotional collapses because I feel overwhelmed.

I’m going to tie this entry with the question for the Open Book Blog Hop.


However, rather than share it on either the Naughty Netherworld Press blog


or Readers Roost


I am sharing the answer at the Crazy Creatives Cheerleading Camp.


Here are the questions:

What’s something you look forward to as you age? And what do you miss from your youth?

And here are the answers.

The thing I was looking forward to as I aged already happened.


I had 40 years of periods from hell. I had a relatively easy menopause starting at age 52. I never had the full-on blast furnace hot flashes that some women describe. I had what are known as ember flashes. These last longer, 20 to 30 minutes on average, but I felt warm rather than hot.

The only part of this experience that wasn’t so great was the post-menopausal bleeding that I experienced. 2018 was the year that revolved around my plumbing, and I didn’t enjoy it one single bit. A D&C revealed that I have simple hyperplasia with normal cells and a uterus full of tiny fibroids.

This condition presents with a 1.6% increased chance that I will eventually develop endometrial cancer, as opposed to a woman who has no endometrial hyperplasia. For that small an increase, I opted not to have a hysterectomy. If I had presented with complex hyperplasia or abnormal cells, the increased chance of developing endometrial cancer rises to 36%, and with both factors, the chance increases to 50%. If any of these scenarios had been the case, I would have had a hysterectomy.

I will have a hysterectomy if there is ever a compelling reason for me to have a D&C again. It felt like someone went up in my business with a cheese grater. I’m not using my uterus, so if I must suffer the indignities of invasive procedures, at this point I’d opt to have the damn thing removed and be done with it rather than enduring another cheese grater incident.

In any case, I think I’ve enjoyed what I was looking forward to with aging: the end to miserable menstruation. My periods were always painful and heavy to the point of hemorrhage. I’m glad to be done with them. As far as the rest of the aging process, maybe I can look forward to becoming even more of a curmudgeon while giving ever fewer fucks. Other than that, I’m afraid it sounds like more aches, pains, and things breaking down. Yay? Nay!

What do I miss from my youth?

That feeling of starry-eyed hope.

At this point, I’m too god damn jaded to ever feel that again without some sort of significant win. I’d have to get The Big One, and to be honest, I’m not particularly hopeful about that transpiring.

Sorry if my honesty is a bummer, but I prefer to tell it like it is.

Ornery Owl has Spoken.

Dear Divine Spirit of the Universe, please help me to keep learning and growing at every age.


Ornery Owl
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