A haven for creative people living with mental illness. This is the place where you can tell it like it is, not yet another place where you have to pretend to be someone you've been told you should be.
Thursday, January 5, 2023
Make It Happen Thursday: The Ethical Author Campaign and Other Thoughts
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
Insecure Writers Support Group 4 January 2023
You have questions? I have answers! I don't guarantee them to be free of snark or profanity.
January 4 questions -
Do you have a word of the year?
Yeah, it's the same word I have every year. It starts with an F, ends with a K, and has a U C in the middle. I intend to use it a lot.
Is there one word that sums up what you need to work on or change in the coming year?
For instance, in 2021 my word of the year was Finish. I was determined to finished my first draft by the end of the year. In 2022, my word of the year is Ease. I want to get my process, systems, finances, and routines where life flows with ease and less chaos. What is your word for 2023? Why?
It isn't a word, it's a phrase. I need to stop being such an asshole to myself. Like, for real. So, I suppose the word could be STOP.
I have a huge problem with getting angry at myself whenever I have a health setback. Growing up, I was instilled with the belief that people brought all their problems on themselves. Since I didn't do everything perfect, I deserve my ailments. It's a pretty terrible way to think. I no longer judge other people that harshly, but I still give myself the business.
Seriously, this way of thinking was so strong in my family that when I called my mother to tell her the doctor was sending me to the hospital to induce labor because I had toxemia, her response was "what did you do to cause this?"
Sunday, January 1, 2023
Remnants: Always Trouble
Genre: Autobiography, Self-Help
Length: TBD
Heat Level: Just messing with ya. I would never be so gauche as to reveal the intimate details of my so-called romantic life.
WTF is this Shite? I mean, here's a Blurb.
For years now I have been intending to publish some sort of combination of memoir and workbook. I start out determined, but as time goes on I say "oh, hell, what makes me think I can do this?"
I'm writing the book I wish had been there for me, and I'm going to try and stick with it this time.
Snippet
“I’d rather fail with my own shit than succeed with someone else’s,” --Eddie Van Halen
I’ve always been trouble and sometimes that goes double. I was born on February 15, 1965, in Denver, Colorado during a raging blizzard. My father, who was extremely sick with a respiratory infection, had to get out and push the car back on the road while my mother, who was in labor, steered. They made it to the hospital where I made my debut as my mother received the encouraging words of “God punishes those who don’t push!” from her obstetrician.
By all accounts, I was a horrible infant who never slept more than two hours at a stretch. When I was 18 months old, some colossal fuckwit of a pediatrician prescribed me phenobarbital. This medication worked paradoxically as many psych meds do for me. I remained awake for three days straight and I can only imagine that I was an unholy terror to deal with for my sleep-deprived parents.
Many years and misdiagnoses later, I learned that I have ADHD.
Buy Link
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Thursday, December 22, 2022
Blog of Author J Lenni Dorner: Dec #WEP #WEPFF ANTiation
Wednesday, December 21, 2022
Writing Off the Edge: WEP December 2022
Tuesday, December 20, 2022
Sally's Scribbles: THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOUR FACE - WEP DEC 2022
Wednesday, December 7, 2022
Insecure Writers Support Group 7 December 2022
It's holiday time! Are the holidays a time to catch up or fall behind on writer goals?
Neither. The holidays are business as usual for me. I run a 365-day-per-year writing operation. Falling behind really bothers me so I would never do it deliberately.
I don’t have young kids—don’t have much in the way of family at all, really. I do have family, but I’m estranged from most of them. My son and I will do a day trip to see my mother, who lives about 125 miles from us, before Christmas. My brother lives in Arizona and my mother, son, and I live in Colorado. I’ll send my brother a holiday message. Maybe I’ll make some cookies to send him this year.
Sometimes it’s kind of sad not having friends I can communicate with, but the truth is, I’m not that good at being a friend. I’ve got a lot of trust issues and they tend to ooze their way in and ruin things. I’m a lone wolf with very few connections.
Happy holidays if you celebrate them. If not, have a good day not celebrating.
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~












